Just wrote this because I love writing.. Meh.. Praise it or bash it I don't care.
I have a rose, a dandelion, and a beautiful garden.
All precious to me, with none I can win.
Was the chaos meant for me? Or is this a mistake
I wish it'd go away, or I'm soon going to break.
One is beautiful and lovely, but only enjoyed short time.
One gentle gust then it's as if you're no longer mine.
You go out traveling spreading across the ways.
The I'm not able to even be aware of you for days.
Another is beautiful, but hurts to every touch.
All this pain that surrounds you, why do you bring me such?
Your look and your smell are quite appealing.
Then I get close to you, then I notice a true feeling.
Then there's a garden, surrounded and locked.
Protected with barriers and forever blocked.
I try to get in, but I know I should not.
For if I ever did, I would lost what I got.
I have a dandelion, a rose, and a beautiful garden.
All precious to me, with none I can win.
Was the chaos meant for me? Or this a mistake
I wish it'd go away, or I'm going to break.
