No one really knows,
How exactly it grows,
Only after the cock crows,
Do we get to notice our sorrows.
No one knows how it hurts,
Holding up the pain in personal courts,
It leads to many different outbursts,
Even as I obey gravitational force.
No one knows how I fight,
How I constantly look for a knight,
Who would hold me at night,
And shield me from twilight.
Nobody knows,
How much I have to grow,
How much I have to sow,
Nobody knows.
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ReplyDeleteðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ i'm sorry I didn't mean to cry out loud like that its just its soo sad that you were able to capture my whole feelings right not all in one poem
ReplyDeleteLol don't worry, I understand. I'm glad I was able to.
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