Another rose in the cracks of the concrete
Stomped out, surrounded by the wrong feet
About six feet north is the heads of men without the proper appreciation,
Of it's beauty, of it's patience, luminescence and essence,
But I appreciate it. I admire it. Hurt that my appreciation isn't appreciated.
Stop your complaining, it's a flower you godforsaken retched **** up.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
Another rose in the cracks of the concrete
Stomped out, surrounded by the wrong feet
About six feet north is the heads of men without the proper appreciation,
Of it's beauty, of it's patience, luminescence and essence,
But I appreciate it. I admire it. Hurt that my appreciation isn't appreciated.
Stop your complaining, it's a flower you godforsaken retched **** up.
Blahhhh
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