When you met me, my roots were torn and the dirt was clay, you had to mold me to level ground
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thomas
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Garden of your love, even if you don’t stay, I have learned that a new one could grow.

When you met me, my roots were torn and the dirt was clay, you had to mold me to level ground

You planted ideas in me, complimented me as the vines as they reach the sky, held me even though the thorns, and watched as the roses bloomed in the sunset

You have planted your love and it has grown to my whole body, spreading until there is only light and beauty.

So thank you. Thank you for loving me, even if you must help others grow another day or fall for another vine in the sky. Thank you. Even if you cannot give yourself the same water or time, I thank you

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