I like the ivy that grows in the stones
In every crevice it finds a home
A place it will find, always one to belong
A nuisance to many, but of them I'm quite fond
I wish to be an ivy plant and make way as I please
Riddle the world with my beauty, though my beauty is weeds
The condfindence of an ivy, such a sight and a treasure
I wish to be an ivy but to an ivy I cannot measure
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
I like the ivy that grows in the stones
In every crevice it finds a home
A place it will find, always one to belong
A nuisance to many, but of them I'm quite fond
I wish to be an ivy plant and make way as I please
Riddle the world with my beauty, though my beauty is weeds
The condfindence of an ivy, such a sight and a treasure
I wish to be an ivy but to an ivy I cannot measure
Thanks for reading
