She was the garden
The New Years resolution of keeping each flower in place
But like most flowerbeds
Weeds start to grow
And you pick at them at the start
But eventually they overcome the plant
And most give up on the garden
And that was who she became
The forgotten flowerbed withering with weeds.
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Simply: Third Collection of Poetry
Poetry"I hope my thoughts reach you like blown kisses." My best and newest collection of poetry featuring My Worn Soldier, Anew and Shared Scars as well as a selection of fused poetry from my now deleted first collection. Enjoy please. Wish me luck in t...
