In times of need
I remember being a kid
Go through my deeds
And let love lead
Take me to the seed
Seen not without ****
Often grown beside the bridge
Next to reeds
Just like the beads
I have decores on the fridge
Which can't satisfy my needs
Not knowing the lover's creed
Makes me feel like a rigde
Causing my heart to bleed
Destroying the desire to read
Craving to feed
I never new people could be this greedy
With all hope gone indeed
My problems i want to get rid
But all i am left with is to plead.
growing up means you have to start solving your own problems missing being young