Poems from pickeam
I had lived in paradise, surrounded by flowers and fruit.
Things were sweet,
But I knew there was more beyond the walls.
I became human...
I had lived in paradise, surrounded by flowers and fruit.
Things were sweet,
But I knew there was more beyond the walls.
I became human...
I shouldn’t be afraid to call you mine,
The doubt shouldn’t play in my mind like a tape on rewind.
I shouldn’t carry bruises and guilt in...