I want to plant greatness
within the garden that is you
sunlight, warmth
and summer rains
yet I spit maggots and moss
wet rot sinking into black sand
I guess some things were
just meant for filth
// the unapologetic poetic type
I want to plant greatness
within the garden that is you
sunlight, warmth
and summer rains
yet I spit maggots and moss
wet rot sinking into black sand
I guess some things were
just meant for filth