Can a love really last forever?
He says I'm the most beautiful thing ever, but
even flowers blossom and then die;
they're not beautiful anymore.
He showered me with words, gifts,
all of the necessities;
he helped me grow-- blossom.
New colors showed through the seasons,
the years,
every moment that I spent with him.
But everyone knows that too much water is a bad thing;
trying too hard to keep something so beautiful for so long
just isn't easy.
What blossoms once must perish after,
and I'm afraid that all the good is gone.
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Berry Tree
PoetryA book of poems, scrambled thoughts, and endless stories. A bit mysterious, but that's the fun of it. You make the story; you imagine, and wonder. Each page is like picking a new berry from a tree.
