Sometimes, I wonder if they have eyes...
Eyes to watch as we degrade, discriminate and deem them worthless before weeding them out.
Eyes that wither away like thirsty leaves as they watch us waste away the water as they suffer from a lethal drought.
Sometimes, I wonder if they have perfectly stable ears...
Ears that listen and shrivel up from the profanities we throw at them for simply infiltrating, invading and thriving off of the land we had long deemed ours.
Sometimes, I wonder if they flourish, struggle or fade from abashment.
Augment and bloom from our compliments...
Wither and shrink from our discrimination...
Deteriorate and atrophy when we neither issue to them our compliments or discrimination but instead deprive them of our attention.
Plants... Sometimes I wonder if they are just like us.
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No summary needed. But I wrote this while sitting outside and studying my dried up garden, I hated myself for the rest of that day.
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Poems From The Heart
PoetryPoems molded from the emotions that taints the heart, the words I've garnered from my thoughts and the beauty that lives in my past. ©Copyright2020 All poems in this book were written by me @fujoshiiiiiiiiiii. Therefore, no part of this book should...
