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Poetry

I wrote this poem for the boy I'm in love with, so sorry if you don't care. It might be kinda bad, but it shows how I feel.

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by saltyphan

by saltyphan

If your life was a garden,

I was the loveliest flower you chose to pick.

You put me in your dark hair, creating a beautiful contrast.

Then it was, when I was there for you always.

However,

You did not care for me. You used me,

Only to please yourself.

I dried up, having only cared about you.

You threw me away when you felt I no longer offered you anything.

My only question, though...

How many flowers will you pick,

Until your garden is barren?