it's growing alone
with two or three long leaves
locating for kindred soul
thirsting for relationships to sow
the collected green of the flower
and the slender leaves of the weed
Aware of insecurities
growing higher than each other.
AH! her parts were plucked
plants felt guilt
their purposes felt stuck
the weed surviving to reach atop
To be or not to be, the flower said
to be is a curse
not to be is nothing to fret
a flower bent, a weed almost dead
You are not alone
the difference aren't shone
i live when with you
i die when not with you
us in this small pot
an insecure weed
a dependent flower
we both lived and we're never a myth
till the soil becomes shallow
our remains will forever be with each other.
our roots clinging to very life
for the life of those to follow.
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MY POEMS
Şiir🍭These are poems that makes my anxiety and depression form into an ink staining my life and each paper that I take. Please do not copy unless you understand what you are taking away. 🌼
