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The birds are singing,
And the trees are listening.
The Ivy slithering through the iron gates,
Not knowing the rooting hates.
The Ivy around my heart is a cage,
I couldn't control my rage.
I was the Ivy that grew in stones,
Unknown of the hate thrown.
Now, there's a poison Ivy,
Growing around my heart,
A flair for a dramatic start.
I can be harmless,
I can be poisonous.
Banks on how you treat me,
Depends on how you mistreat me,
Grounds on how you sweet treat me.
-Moon
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Evanesce
PoetryA poetry book that aims to touch your heart and soul. A poetry book that aims to inspire. 1) Dandelion 2) Lily 3) Ivy •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Cover by:- @Vizelite
