Love is like a flower,
Take care of it and it will bloom,
Pluck it by force and it will wither.
Infatuation is like a balloon,
A temporary happiness and company,
But in the long run, it'll deflate.
Friendship is a four leaf clover,
They're everywhere but not all has four leaves,
One will be lucky if one finds four.
Exploitation are a series of masks,
People wear every day,
That sometimes they forget their own face.
People are like butterflies,
They start small, they crawl and grow,
Wings spread as they leave a mark in this world.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Under the Stars I Write
Thơ ca[A COLLECTION OF RANDOMNESS AND POETRY] "Under the stars I write, Under the moon so bright. In the darkness of my heart, I hold on to the light. Thoughts in my head written in paper and pen. Voiceless words composed of memories by fate." - Hanna...
