The Thief
Breaks through my garden gates of innocence,
Tramples over my marigolds and my roses
Like a violent tornado going round,
Round and round.
Unwelcome and unwanted,
He takes my one and only precious lotus flower
That I will never be able regrow again.
He takes his leave from my ruined garden
With exploding footsteps to the gate,
My sweet innocent garden now sour with pain.
My sweet, sweet virgin flower,
How I miss having you in my garden.
You were the holder of my innocence and purity.
You were what made my garden shine.
Now the flowers wither and die
As the weeds grow and flourish,
Replacing the purity my garden once had
with putridity and torture.
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Catharsis
PoetryA small book full of shitty poems that I wrote that express how I felt in a certain moment in time. Most of them are shit and quite depressing.
