Weeds

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by alexdagymnast99

by alexdagymnast99

                                        
                                                  Just like the weeds that grow thick and tall,
He did not belong here.
I had made a home,
Maybe it was out of sticks and mud,
And threatened to tumble down when the thunder rang out,
But for the best and the worst,
It kept me warm. 
Until the weeds came up through the cracks,
Strangling what I had built.
It was gone just like that.
Someone told me to kill the weeds,
But they were so pretty,
So I let them be.
Ask around, 
Has anyone heard of me? 
Next time, 
Just kill the weeds.

                              Alexandra Andrews