Our Love is DeadA Poem by Katerina GrevSometimes, no matter how hard you try to fix things (water them), once things are dead, they are dead and there is no fixing them. Just move on and try to find something better.
Once something dies, it is dead.
That's the sad reality of things. You cannot make roses grow again, Not once the garden's become barren. No matter how much you try to water it. What's dead is dead. Find new soil, baby, Our garden can't grow anything.
© 2017 Katerina GrevAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 4, 2017 Last Updated on June 4, 2017 Tags: love, sadness, nature, poem, heartbreak, depression, flowers AuthorKaterina GrevBrooklyn, NYAboutJust a short little teenager from New York with a lot of emotional problems. more..Writing
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