A seed planted
Forever in you heart
The growth seemed so simple
Feed it water, give it sunlight
Watch it bloom
When a rose is planted
There's more to the story
No one warns you
About the thorns
Constantly pricking you
Always losing a droplet of blood
Continually clipping weeds
So what happens when
The pricking becomes stabbing
And droplets become waterfalls
Weeds grow uncontrollably
Until the beautiful flower
Becomes the ugly Thorn bush
Even still you fight for your flower
All through the stabbing
The river of blood
And the unruly weeds
You fight, pull, and tug
Until someone points out
That the gorgeous flower is no more
For there are only weeds
And you no longer
Have anything
Worth fighting for
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Miscellaneous
PoetryThe title may seem weird but it is very fitting. Sometimes you just have a lot going on in your head . Not everything fits specifically in one place... especially when your having a rough time. So this is a bunch of poems sorting out those thoughts...
