Our story would've made
people smile in envy; two kids who
grew up to be each other's sweethearts.
Two seeds who became intertwined
and blossomed into two majestic trees, branches never separating.
But the branches broke too early. Both
trees were dying. Their roots, once
messed into each other, were slowly
freeing themselves from each other.
The fruits and the flowers fell, went
away from them, because there was no longer purity to grow from.
The love was dying; it got buried in the mud and wasn't getting any sun.
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Scribbled
Non-FictionMy inner thoughts, musings, unsent messages, loved quotes and random babbles. While some of these are original, some I picked up off articles, books or the internet. Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions.
