You are the flower.
I am the weed.
I am the weed,
that grows in your garden.
I am the weed,
the makes your heart harden.
I am the weed,
that is not wanted.
I am the weed,
that is forgotten.
You are the flower,
that glows in the dark.
You are the flower,
the warms the heart.
You put a smile,
on every face.
You out shine me,
in every way.
However, your glow only shines,
Just for a while.
before it fades,
it's light dying.
But I, the weed,
still grow strong.
Singing the words,
Of a fight song.
Hoping to be
what you were,
Wishing my appearance would differ.
But I have come to realise.
I have come to see.
What an importance is truly within me.
You may be pretty,
And the one they'll miss.
But it is I, the weed, who the ask for their wish.
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The Harder Part of Life - Poetry
ΠοίησηYes, this is poetry. You probably won't like it or relate to it but aye give it a go. If you're looking at poetry books on here, you're obviously a creative and open soul so you might be able to empathise with me. I don't know. NOTE: My earlier poe...
