Free Cee As This Plant Rants
AS THIS PLANT RANTS
I am but a rose that froze
Despite the hunger of August's heat
And each evening my hatred grows
Since your beauty claimed my defeat
I am but a wilted willow worn
My leaves like tears fallen to the ground
As I curse the day when you were born
And I am a fool your selfishness found
I am but an oak that broke
Each branch snapped by your decree
You were the winter who speciously spoke
And now I am but a dry and dying tree
No water can replenish what you stole
My trunk cannot be strengthened by the richest soil
I once stood straight as any pole
Until you found this fool to be your foil
© 2012 (c) PHREEPOETREE.....~free cee!~
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