Will my weary thoughts fill this page
I do not thrive like the ****
I do not possess the beauty of a flower
I will not be nurtured or praised
To strive for sunlight
Let the rain wash it away
From every crack of my existence
They will invade
Weeds never die
Like little white lies
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 7:01 PM UTC
Will my weary thoughts fill this page
I do not thrive like the ****
I do not possess the beauty of a flower
I will not be nurtured or praised
To strive for sunlight
Let the rain wash it away
From every crack of my existence
They will invade
Weeds never die
Like little white lies