the little plant you gave birth to grew very slowly,
it had almost died,
but someone came to water it as you looked coldly,
it was someone who would never leave my side,
the person is now gone by your detection,
torn away by force,
because you saw it as a weed in your garden of perfection,
and now the little plant is back to its old course...
slowly dying,
with no one there,
always crying,
but sadly it's bathing itself with despair,
now the drought is back,
and i can do nothing,
but to watch my little plant die,
there is no light, no one is coming.
now i can only pray for my little plant,
hoping it will survive,
because the little plant is me,
and i cannot let myself die.
 Kimilou · Tue May 20, 2008 @ 10:51pm · 1 Comments |
