The Garden

Life,
Full of regrets,
She doesn't know hot to change,
All the time she forgets,
The courage inside that used to rage.

Disappointment,
Let down, failure,
She never bothers to stick around,
Always quick to ensure,
That she won't be the last one, alone on the ground.

All she knows is to run, run, run,
Never looking back,
Her love, she has chosen to shun,
Finally turned her back.

She never meant to hurt you,
All of the good intentions were wasted,
Her sky has always been dark blue,
Over it, a message has been pasted:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
But her garden doesn't have any sunshine,
And there was never any hope for you.





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sethmeyerslover1234 said...
Jan. 23, 2011 at 7:19 pm
wow...am speechless( metaphorically) this poem is breathtaking Joanna.banana you have a gift a talent don't ever let it go. i love it keep living the dream girllie
 
Carrich said...
Jan. 23, 2011 at 6:33 pm
Love this! Very beautiful. The flow is very smooth. Well writen! Keep it up!
 
sethmeyerslover1234 replied...
Jan. 23, 2011 at 7:19 pm
i know when i read it i was so speachless
 
kenna2013 said...
Jan. 23, 2011 at 5:00 pm

Relateable and unique, overall a very well written piece. :)

I would appreciate it if you looked at some of my stuff.

 
lilmo23 said...
Jan. 23, 2011 at 9:55 am
wow, i really like this! i love how it ends with the "roses are red...."  great job!
 
Tuesday said...
Jan. 23, 2011 at 3:38 am
This is very good. It's very deep and something that I keep reading over. I loove this!
 
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