Decaying Garden
I plant violets,
Pretty violet,
And bushes,
But I can't get why I'm crying,
All of a sudden my face is drowned,
My ears flopping down from my head,
As I have no one to cry into but my arm,
I'm alight,
I'm just fine,
I-I feel just perfect,
It's hot I'm ment to be,
It's how I'm supposed to be,
I don't smoke,
But I don't Cigarettes in my garden,
I don't drink,
But find bottles in my rich soil,
As my tears kill my pretty plants,
The Garden that means the world to me,
The Garden I made from my heart and soul,
Slowly decaying from my Varry tears,
From the things I don't do,
So I wonder...,
What is killing me.
Who's making My Kitsune heart break
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
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