I planted a garden in my mind
Back when I was young
Where thoughts grew like flowers,
But tending was never done
The flowers started to wilt
My grass a faded green
But it was nonetheless a garden
And needed to be seen
My garden became shameful
And wilted more each day
But it needed some attention
Or it would never stay
Roses over run by weeds
And daisies killed by thorns
My flowers have all died
And left my heart to mourn
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