Only the stars know,
How my garden is grown.
Not with shells or bells,
But with the love I sow,
with each bed, each plough,
My garden grows.
But only the moon knows,
The way the wind will blow.
Only the flowers know,
The love I have, the pain,
How I waited, in vain,
by the Daisy's in the rain.
Picking anemones,
they ought to keep me sane
To help me convey;
Only the flowers know,
How fickle love can be.
How time goes by,
And friends start to die.
How the shade of a tree,
Can bring tragedy.
If the shadow is cast too long.
Only I know,
How my garden is grown.
Not with shells or bells,
But with the love I sow,
with each bed, each plough,
My garden grows.
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Just Kinda Wanna Die ❤️
PoetryPoems. This blew up over the past couple weeks so, thankyou 🥺👉👈❤️ I um, just use Wattpad to vent so I wasn't really expecting this thankyou all for your comments it means a lot to me
