The more she picked the flowers
The more they went away
But when she went to watch them
They flourished and they stayed
Although she often wondered
If she wanted it that way
She had to have those flowers
She didn't want to leave them there
But when she picked the flowers
She had a moments satisfaction
But she craved the satisfaction
And the more she picked them
The more she couldn't stop
The land became barren
There wasn't even a crop
YOU ARE READING
Writings from when I'm bored.
RandomJust a collection of things I write when I have nothing else to do so some will definitely be shorter or longer than others. Most are from the book you see in the cover.
