Until I’ve known a friend, I have not known
The word apology; and I’ve not known the
Sun until I knew the path that every flower
Tends - and that is you, affection, what I chase
And all other roses want; what never fails
In every garden’s day to taunt from every
Wanting vein, the tongue managing to taste
The remnants of disdain, when I hear
Those three words and I must say the same
It’s not because I want to please you, but
Because I want to love you, too.
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Branden Navedo
I've mostly written poetry all my life which carries into my other writing. I also love wandering, so if you tell me to get lost I'll gladly oblige. In other words, yes, I respond well to criticisms. Click here for my author website!
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