Category : Poems

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The smallest of seeds are like the smallest of thoughts.
The more I water my seeds is the more my mind becomes distraught.
Focusing on losing my battles, I start to forget the wars I fought.
I run from my pain hoping I never get caught.

My seeds began growing more fruitfully in size.
I thought about the cries that put pain in your eyes.
I despised the fact that I never realized
that you were my prize and my wings that made me fly.

My seeds grew so big they became trees.
they blossom in the spring and dies from winter's freeze.
the chill from December makes me remember til I bleed.
The day I lost my life and the world bought me to my knees.