Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Garden full of flowers
It's not mine, but ours
We plant more and more
Together we grow and grow

The garden's getting full
There's not much else we can do
No more room to grow
We have to let go

The precious beginning 
Is no longer in sight 
Forgiving, committing
The path keeps on thinning
And when things get tight
No more strength to fight
We both know i'm right
This ending I write
This ending, I write.