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 

This poem is about: 
Me

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