I made another poem! It’s not completely coherent but it’s a poem at least. Enjoy!
Like trying to plant roses in a garden watered by her pity, you ask yourself if she's with you, or waiting to go.
The city streets are beckoning. Here in the big apple, which I have known.
Those in life I said goodbye to are precious to my heart
What you must do when your enthusiasm for life has left due to a toxic relationship.
I made another poem! It’s not completely coherent but it’s a poem at least. Enjoy!
Like trying to plant roses in a garden watered by her pity, you ask yourself if she's with you, or waiting to go.
The city streets are beckoning. Here in the big apple, which I have known.
Those in life I said goodbye to are precious to my heart
What you must do when your enthusiasm for life has left due to a toxic relationship.