Selfish
You gave me love
You gave me shelter
You gave me fruits that were sweeter
Addicted I became of your caring nature
Since you were just a tree
I gave you nothing
Appreciated nothing
I took everything for granted until you were gone
Now the sun burns when you are no more
No shadow to run to
Until another you is born
I will get old but my offspring will know
How to value of your kind.
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PoetryHere are the things I write from my mind as it writes from everything that happens around me, suffering souls, weather, random people, idiots and most importantly about injustice. Sometimes I just get these kinda headache that won't go away till I...
