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Arke
Poems
Nov 2018
Garden
the flowers in my yard
each wilt one by one
without love fast and hard
the weeds 'come over run
poppies hang in shame
red petals fall off their bulb
I feel the silent cries of pain
as stems are crushed to pulp
the petals start to die and decay
but you seem to notice little
as long as one exists for play
it doesn't matter if it's brittle
so you pull and pluck and take
the things you once thought pretty
you can't hear a faint heart break
with the loud noises of this city
you tug and whisper far too loud
she loves me, she loves me not
the fog of simple minds will shroud
and twist and tease away a thought
#love
#pain
#life
#changes
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