A little weed
Weed, Weed, Weed, refusing to die.
Creeping through the crack,
You may kill me now, but I will be back.
This is my eternal promise.
My immortal hand holds the fire,
Pointing the way to what I aspire.
I will be strong.
My future will be bright, one day.
You cannot kill my ambition.
My desire will not die.
I may hurt, I may cry,
I will continue.
Weed, Weed, Weed, refusing to die.
Creeping through the crack,
You may kill me now, but i will be back.
This is my eternal promise.
Derico commented on A little weed
09-14-2009
SmileyAngel138 commented on A little weed
08-03-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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