There are some lifeless thing lying in my backyard.
They once used to bloom colorfully.
They used to be lively and lovely.
They used to charm every soul with their smell.
With the velvet touch living fingerprints on them.
They used to put on a smile for us to see.
But what if they were only pretending to be?
Was I dragging them from not go to withering?
Was I watering them to stand still?
Was I using them to hide from seeing others the true me?
Was I the one who couldn't be lonely?
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PoetryWhen home didn't feel like home anymore, When I had no place to go, When those four walls started to caving in, Whenever I felt like giving in, I picked up a white paper and black ink, I started to scribble my demons and miseries. Who says you can't...
