Cement holds the roots from beneath
Moss grows seeping to a tree
And love unfolds the story that we speak
The sight that I see...
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I am a Lakota Oglala Sioux Indian... I have a Fiance and her name is LuAnna Pirnie... most beautiful women I have ever met... I write poems about 'Real' stuff and most of them are about my life or the people in it. (Experiences) mostly)
The Rose That Grew From Concrete
Cement holds the roots from beneath
Moss grows seeping to a tree
And love unfolds the story that we speak
The sight that I see...
Drops my nerves to it's defeat
Can't seem to believe
The surface creaks...
I trip over a crack in the street
What I see makes my heart beat
Finally something I can meet
Red, Green, and Thorny
What can this mean?
The skies clear the ground is bare
I pick up not trying to tear
The roots and colors are beautiful to see
The vase is near because...
I picked up a Rose That Grew From Concrete
may 31st of 2012 and sure