you are like a flower
a rose, perhaps,
or a soft dandelion
lying in the grass.
every spring, you wake up
the petals grow from your soul
and you rise towards the sun
in various colors you glow.
but everything nice comes
to an end,
and so do you
when it all collapses,
and your shine is gone,
you disappear in the ground
and stay all alone.
but don't worry
my little friend,
because everything beautiful
grows back again.
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hi guys,
i will write some shitty poems of mine here.
enjoy,
- m
