It’s only the sunflower seed
That sprouts with our own life
As our tree grows old
Killing us off
One by one
Wanted dead or alive
Because good things come
To those who wait
So be a recluse
In your own little world
Enter that house with caution
Trip over that root with imperfection
don’t make eye contact
Or it will all be over
Sooner, more than later
Author notes
just something....
mkay randommm...good?
Comments
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this is so riddley it makes me cry trying to understand. but i love the last stanza.
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it is good!
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wats ur favorite part?
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