I tried so hard to be everything
You ever wanted in a woman,
But all my best efforts
We're never quite enough
For you.
So I'll try harder to be everything
I could ever want in a human,
And all my best efforts
Shall prove that I'm enough
For me.
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The blossom of a poet
PoetryWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
