Yard Work
You're like the weed in my yard that I see suddenly.
Each time I rip you out, root to stem,
You grow back abundantly.
Weeds I despise and weeds that do bother.
It is not you that I long, no longer.
So, grow, please grow.
Appear, please appear.
While I just keep on keeping right here.
As winter freezes,
You will fade.
What you thought you could be will dissipate.
You are not great, you are not tall.
A mask of a flower is really all.
Dandelion you'll grow but never be wanted
rip
rip
R.I.P.
You'll never be a story and only jotted.
You're the weed in my yard,
Yet that makes sense.
I wouldn't let you grow in my heart.
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