Category : Poems

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As I grow between stone you grow on soft dirt.
I will grow alone as you grow in groups.
People ignore me as they care for you.
I may be ugly, where you are beautiful.
They try to kill me as they ripping me out.
But unlike you I do not have thorns to keep them away.
You may be beautiful but you are afraid of them.
They may care for you but you push them back with thorns.
Where I wanted love, you took it for granted.
As I lay there to die, you grow in fear.
Nothing loves a weed, yet we aren't evil.
Everything loves a rose, yet they cause pain.