You're overconfident
and arrogant.
You're lost
and distant.
The bread crumbs, gone
your plan from the start.
The bridges you've built,
they're falling apart.
Is the grass that much greener
on your side of the fence?
Is the air that much cleaner?
You can't be so dense.
There's only one reason
your grass looks so nice.
There's less to tend now
than there was last night.
The lawn's getting dryer
the grass, almost dead
but you only care
about your
fucking
flower
bed.
Author notes
Not to say I haven't been lost before, I just never got there on purpose. That's called running away.
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I like.
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Hm. This is a really good piece. I guess…it's a common mistake of people to over-prioritize something and not realize they need only turn around to share some water with the grass for both the flowers and lawn to thrive. Once the flowers die, the gardener oughtta be quite remorseful, however…the remorse will come, but I don't know if I'd let it be likely that I was there waiting for it.
Also, yes, I found out how to make the actual elipses single character…... . . .bitch.
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I really like your dry sense of humor, if it's even meant to be that. Then that'd be called bitterness. I enjoyed this. The background does this piece justice, as well. I feel that some lines were lacking abit, but it doesn't really matter. The poem screams in it's own simple way. Props to you, my friend. Hope to see more.
~S.
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BITCH YEAH THREE
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Loving the metaphors. Great flow. So happy you're writing again.
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