Why do you not want,
The rose that’s in front of you
Why do you have to
Go into someone else’s garden
To pick a different one
Because the one you have
Is not enough,
Because my Patel’s don’t excite you,
Anymore
You are creating my thorns
Sharp, long and ready
To defend my Patel’s
Because I’m not enough, never
In your garden, I’ll wait
Until you pick me
Until you destroy me
Again
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
Why do you not want,
The rose that’s in front of you
Why do you have to
Go into someone else’s garden
To pick a different one
Because the one you have
Is not enough,
Because my Patel’s don’t excite you,
Anymore
You are creating my thorns
Sharp, long and ready
To defend my Patel’s
Because I’m not enough, never
In your garden, I’ll wait
Until you pick me
Until you destroy me
Again
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