All of it makes me wilt.
My petals; they tear and they brake.
Their all gone now.
All of them have fallen to the ground.
I no longer have dignity, nor grace.
It's all because you tore my petals away.
On the ground they'll lay;
Waiting for the cold winter,
to blow them away.
Maybe they'll grow back with summers day.
Only smaller, easier to brake.
And all fake.
All of that; just for you to come around again,
and watch me break.
And it leaves me wilting all over again.
But I still love you; even if you rip my petals away.
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A/N: I'm not completely sure if I like this one or not...
Also literally while I was writing this my sister was blasting the movie Shrek on her laptop.
I... Imma go die now...
Possible watch Shrek with her ...
(Don't worry I'm already judging myself so you don't have to)
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Occupational Hazard
Poesíajust a bunch of poems and other random shit that I wrote. If you have a problem with what I write, and you feel it is worth my time. Please politely bring it to my attention and we can talk about it over some virtual tea and biscuits. *Warning** So...
