I used to stand up tall and watch the garden grown to it's full health every year,
As the garden grew I did too,
But then one day someone stopped looking after the garden,
Just like someone stopped looking out for me,
As that garden withered away so did I,
Everything started to change,
Me and the garden,
We both started to die away,
fading away into nothing,
so now i realize I'm just like a garden,
I need someone to take care of me,
Or I will wither away into nothing,
Becoming dirt,
Isn't that how everything ends,
See we are all like a garden,
We all need someone or thing to keep us going.
By~Moonlight Lane
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Dark Poems and Short Writings
PoetryWARNING: If you don't like very dark poems with violence I will say this once DO NOT READ but I would hope you do give it a chance. This is for mature and people that won't be triggered by blood, depression, and other things but instead of flagging...
