Apr 3, 2020
Leaves
Leaves on my branch
Wither just as they grow
Weeding all the time
Trying my best to keep them alive
Thorns grow
Where once they were
And so I bleed
Missing the leaves
Sometimes I remember
Why I try my best
Why I watch over
Why one of my deepest desires
Is for them to live
Years and years
Even in permanent times
I watched in terror
Hoping that they'll last
For improved growth
Decay is necessary
Is something that I know
Decay in fall
Bring hues of spring
But still I feared
On the first decay
After everything
In death season
Where everyone suffocates
I'm breathing with my leaves
Writer: burningbloomingflower
Written On: 03-04-20