Dry the lands to your heart,
Don't let a single flower, grass or even moss to bloom and grow.
The people that had came to visit has never been kind,
They had never came to appreciate for how long you work for it's beauty.
So why should you entertain them with your gifts?
Rain on your eden when it's only you alone,
Bring the breeze to when there's no one else who would take it for granted.
Raise the sun to it's nature,
And close the gates but for the one who could love you boundlessly.
For when the time comes, you then would find someone who has a pure heart as you.
Someone who as genuine and sincere in loving you.
Someone who looks in awe and fascinated by you.
And until then, only then, give them the keys to your garden.
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PoetryA list of short stories that I come cross in my life that I had to romanticize and write about
