A seed planted
Some rain
Some sun
More left to be done
Sprouts with buds
Small in height
Nourished and healthy
Smiling all the time
Grows and grows
But little rain
Or sun
But life goes on
The ext day, plucked
Only reaped to suffer
No way to recover
Only brought here to wither away
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Love, it can break you
Or make you
You don't know for sure
But love still implores
Wrapping you in warmth
Or in bitter pain
Laughter with each other
Or silently going insane
As if mocking they don't leave
your mind
Or making you smile
Swooning at the sound their name
Or depression growing with each sigh
But definitely one day
You'll know who is who
And the secrets they kept
Ultimately knowing if love's for you
YOU ARE READING
Hollow Thoughts
PoesíaPoems without titles only meaning. Not all poems are true. It's honestly so cringe-worthy.
