I wish that I can grow
a garden out of words
that way,
I'll be as comforting
like the cold breeze
on a blissful night
then, seeing autumn
will feel so right
but, instead of those
I have this
glaring eyes,
that angers my father
every time
I'm envious of how people can be like sceneries,
so beautiful and alluring
yet, I am just...
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 3:18 AM UTC
I wish that I can grow
a garden out of words
that way,
I'll be as comforting
like the cold breeze
on a blissful night
then, seeing autumn
will feel so right
but, instead of those
I have this
glaring eyes,
that angers my father
every time
I'm envious of how people can be like sceneries,
so beautiful and alluring
yet, I am just...
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