"Did you ever love mum?"
"That's a stupid question. Of course I did"
And in that moment I became scared,
Scared to give my heart to someone
Knowing that one day I could just
As easily want it back,
Knowing that I could put years of
My life into something just for them
To walk away
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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...
