I took the oath
Of us both
I waited for a glim
To change this realm
You're not a tree
I'm not a sprig
I always break
You always dig
Befriend my eyes
So I could see
Release my hands
So I can flee
You dawned on me
You endowed my gaze
You took my soul
From you I rage
Take your time
Take mine too
We were one
Now we're two
I lost my words
Now it's up to you
Find me a way
Give me a clue
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Flowers From The Old Tree
Poetry'I open my eyes more often to see beautiful things in ugly things because nowadays no one is appreciating the beauty in the ugliness.' This collection of poems is a pile of papers that were lost and mostly ripped off, i could really relate to the...
