Old Self

Sat, 10/07/2017 - 08:16 -- zeli

Dull Shrub

weaping of blandness

no water can help you thrive like your sisters


weak roots

with no identity

I've tried to replant you in the same brittle dirt that rejected you


so understand why

I replaced you with a 

Red Rose

vibrant with femininity

they made you their sister


strong stem

holding herseld up

I am finally who im meant to be


Dull Self

know I didnt replace you because i hate you

but because I love you


Old Self

I promise I wont forget you

understand, becasue I love me

I couldnt be you anymore 

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