Flowers
Dying, dying, dead
It's almost like the Earth and my soul collided
Becoming one
The similiarity between us
We are both dying
I however am dying to grow up,
Dying to be independent,
Dying to be rich,
Dying to find my purpose,
And dying to become successful
But Earth, Earth is actually dying
Earth is dying to live,
Dying because the selfishness of man,
Dying while we kill,
Dying while we live,
Just like a relationship hanging from a thread,
The only problem is
We are killing this breathtaking, unmistakable beauty that Earth has given us
Dying, dying, dead.
This poem is about:
Our world
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