trust is delicate
it's like that dandelion you held
betrayal on the other hand is rough
betrayal is the wind that blows the dandelion away
betrayal.
in.
short.
words.
sucks.
yet the betrayal spreads the seeds
everything brings new life
a new beginning starting over at last the cycle
the cycle ending without you realizing it
but the regrowth will happen
with each flower
waiting for the right time to tear you apart
moving farther away from the wind
until you are no longer who you used to be.
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2AM Poetry
Poetrypoems made by yours truly, me. these are pieces of poetry that's relatable to me and i hope you can relate to them too!
