The beautiful leaves gracefully flow
But sometimes they fall
You go where people want you to go
But then you don’t stand tall
The sun gives light
But it runs from the moon
You give hugs that are tight
But then they’ll make you sad soon
The wind you can’t see
but it's sporadically loud
You let your friend free
But their voice is still found
Flowers grow and extend
diminishing the weeds taunting
You find new friends
And done is the haunting
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 6:18 PM UTC
The beautiful leaves gracefully flow
But sometimes they fall
You go where people want you to go
But then you don’t stand tall
The sun gives light
But it runs from the moon
You give hugs that are tight
But then they’ll make you sad soon
The wind you can’t see
but it's sporadically loud
You let your friend free
But their voice is still found
Flowers grow and extend
diminishing the weeds taunting
You find new friends
And done is the haunting
This poem is about losing a toxic friendship and a new one sprouting, leaving the past behind. It is symbolized and connected through natue.
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