The world stops,
But the rain keeps falling.
We have to wonder why.
But in the end
Does it really matter all that much?
In the end, nothing is going to change.
The weeds will always be weeds,
The trees will always loose their leaves,
And no one will be able to stop it.
Who could?
Who would?
Dont you see?
This is the story of you and me.
Youll always be there,
Ill be stuck here.
Just a weed,
As I miss your falling leaves.
Youll grow
Ill just be cut down, then try to rise again.
But weeds arent wanted.
We just eat society away.
I guess I dont have much to say,
Other than, dont wilt today,
Dont wilt ever.
And always,
Always, always, always
Remember that weed,
The one that stood by your trunk all that time.
The little weed that no one could pull up
Because it was you that I lived for.
No one can power over love.
But you realize,
A weed is not a tree.
Therefore, you went.
And I just let society pull me up,
Unearth me.
There will be no other birth of me.
And I will miss you.
Just as I miss,
Your falling leaves.













Comments
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Xx☠ It' never too late... ☠xX
Xx☠ To be what we could've been ☠xX
it's very good.
and i'm using the worst words to tell you that. :/
beautiful. :]
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Ah-heh heh, what? Heh heh, no. Heh wheh heh, you can't.
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