Still learning what a poet is.
Maybe its a sentence.
25 to life.
Or maybe its Frost.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep
Its hard to explain
Driving me insane.
I know your mind is criminal.
Still blessed with an opportunity to change.
So I keep it minimal.
Keep your head up in that cell.
I wish i didnt have to put a needle in my arm just to visit my bestfriend in hell.
We miss you.
We will get through.
I could have easily been right there with you.
Found comfort in words,
I'm still learning to use.
Because you got your angel wings
this the reason the angel sings