just the fruit
they just like my fruit
not the leaves
not the branches
not the roots
not my scratches
but my sweet fruit of success
no one ever liked my tree
no one accepted it as a whole
just the fvckin fruit.
YOU ARE READING
a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
