The effort shown
For something you own
To make something so beautiful wilt away
Instead of wanting it to stay
To nurture and care for it
Face that you make when you throw it in a pit
And as you stay there and sit
Just to wait until it's beauty had decayed
And who would tell you different
You do that to others just different sequences
But you define retaliation
With hatred for beauty
Thinking its the only thing keeping you sanity
But its unsanitary
The stain that you left
As it decays
It wishes you the best
It pleads with you to not hurt the rest
But you have that scar in your chest
Where your heart should be
Shutting out everyone
And a life like that is lonely
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
The effort shown
For something you own
To make something so beautiful wilt away
Instead of wanting it to stay
To nurture and care for it
Face that you make when you throw it in a pit
And as you stay there and sit
Just to wait until it's beauty had decayed
And who would tell you different
You do that to others just different sequences
But you define retaliation
With hatred for beauty
Thinking its the only thing keeping you sanity
But its unsanitary
The stain that you left
As it decays
It wishes you the best
It pleads with you to not hurt the rest
But you have that scar in your chest
Where your heart should be
Shutting out everyone
And a life like that is lonely
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