Saw beautiful flowers
Withered and die
Because you took them
You wouldn't care
You've got the flowers
You killed them
Saw a neglected tree
Treat it like your own
For a long time
Days passed
Along everyone else,
It allows us to breathe
Imagine how would it be...
If you treat everyone
Like you treat the tree
Love them
Nurture them
Stop your obsession
It might me clicle
But it's true
Obsession kills, honey
Sometimes,
You need to let them be
So both of you can live
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Deep in Thoughts
PoetryMy dood- poems and random thoughts about everything. Sometimes it's based on my own story, sometimes based on someone else's story. I write in English, but I'm not a native speaker. Feel free to correct my grammar. Thanks in advance.
