it looks like there is a hedge
between you and i
and i dont want to cut it down
you say it's dying and old
but all I see is green not brown
as the seasons change
and the moon wanes
the hedge continues to grow
you try to cut the hedge down
you say you want to gate
but all I see is green and brown
and so the hedge stays
apparently my hedge is not healthy
but I think it is you
you who tries to tear down my hedge
and put your gate instead
i don't want my hedge to go
and my friends will tell you so
if you had just came to the door
i would've let you in
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124 words!
Another poem <3
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PoetryA random assortment of ideas that I can't turn into stories, poems, song lyrics and general writey things