My life has been a garden
For flowers than seeds
And more weeds that that
I grow
And I climb
And I begin to wither when the sunlight fades
You should know all of this
But maybe you don't
Maybe you were so blinded by the sun
That you forgot to water me
I pulled the weeds out myself
Thorns and burs and splinters
But I planted my own seeds
My hands may be filthy with dirt
But yours are covered in demons
And maybe that's okay
Because I will be able to wash mine off
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
My life has been a garden
For flowers than seeds
And more weeds that that
I grow
And I climb
And I begin to wither when the sunlight fades
You should know all of this
But maybe you don't
Maybe you were so blinded by the sun
That you forgot to water me
I pulled the weeds out myself
Thorns and burs and splinters
But I planted my own seeds
My hands may be filthy with dirt
But yours are covered in demons
And maybe that's okay
Because I will be able to wash mine off