Reid@YWP

Dear America, 

There you go again: 

Reciting beautiful words 

That no one cares about. 

My broken mouth waits impatiently; 

I’d like to garden

My own heart,

To pull the weeds of sadness

And hate

From the foundation

I sprout from,

To plant seeds of hope

I Wish You Never Hurt Me

When we first met

I had no idea

You would become so important to me

Yet now I find myself

Wishing we never met

Now I’m forced to remember you