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I wish I
was a flower.
Beautiful,
cherished,
and loved.
But instead,
I'm a weed.
Part of nature,
but people view them
as a nuisance.
They grow,
unwanted
in little gardens.
Take up room,
in which
a pretty flower
may grow instead.
People don't care
about stepping on them
and pulling out
their roots
from the soil.
In fact,
they're just interlopers
in a world
where only flowers matter.
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Authors Note:
This is from another poetry book I had, "Words", which I have recently unpublished as they were older works and I've decided to dedicate my time to this collection.
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UNLOVE | Short Poetry
Thơ ca(un)love poems. for those people who have seen that love doesn't always come with a fairytale ending Cover by Witchoria Copy Rights. All rights reserved.
