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Toxic Garden
Contributed by
Chamaron
on
Wednesday, 3rd March 2010 @ 09:24:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
FriendshipPoetry
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I’ve got a toxic garden
Growing in my backyard
All my flowers made of poison,
But friendship calls down my guard.
To lay asleep in a patch of daises
Awaken to petals dripping cyanide
It’s like they plot to kill me
Behind their lures they hide.
They grow too tall, I think,
I drown in the bragging weeds
I give them more than plenty
But still they cry of needs.
I dare not sleep now,
Vines around my neck creeping
A slow strangle-me-silent
So they won’t hear me weeping
For the flowers they could have been
The roses they were inside
I told them every day they were,
But didn't listen or thought I lied.
I need not have passed under
To feed their grassy bed
If they had accepted what they were,
Now I would not be dead.
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Chamaron
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2010-03-03 21:24:07]
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Re: Toxic Garden
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by Shane1024 on
Wednesday, 28th April 2010 @ 09:17:11 PM AEST
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| I find this poem very interesting and entertaining. The undercurrent of friendship goes great with an ordinary garden an gives a great picture. Thanks for the great read. |
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