Alone and left to be I am my own downfall
Tumble down like trees, bees and little insects are prettier then me
Life would be so much better if I was weed
Unnoticed in a crack high above it all swaying in the wind in the fall
But maybe I am a weed and this is why I am alone for no one likes a weed ruining their gardens, even in the stones
It would have been best if I'd never grown
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My Little Book Of Random's
PoetryThese poems mean something different To every individual Respect them And each other For one's thoughts Count as blessings Or Poison in their food.
