At times, my mind is a garden
where sweet memories bloom all day,
red roses in the name of lost lovers
and white lillies for the friends that stay.
Other times, it's like a jungle.
It's wild, and I get lost in here
between the canopies of my thoughts
and the thorns of my own fear.
On some nights it becomes a park,
So I take a break from my routines
and walk barefoot on its grasses
that grow untamed, just like my dreams.
Though it all just makes me wonder
whether it's a forest, garden or park.
But nonetheless, good things will grow here,
So on my new journeys, I will embark.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
At times, my mind is a garden
where sweet memories bloom all day,
red roses in the name of lost lovers
and white lillies for the friends that stay.
Other times, it's like a jungle.
It's wild, and I get lost in here
between the canopies of my thoughts
and the thorns of my own fear.
On some nights it becomes a park,
So I take a break from my routines
and walk barefoot on its grasses
that grow untamed, just like my dreams.
Though it all just makes me wonder
whether it's a forest, garden or park.
But nonetheless, good things will grow here,
So on my new journeys, I will embark.
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