just a poem

You won’t let me in

And it’s hard to let go.

ima product of your garden..

Careful with the seeds that you sew.

When you found me,

I had the potential to be something great!

you didn’t push that potential.

You didn’t ask questions or get curious.

You took me and forgot I had a life before you.

Sometimes it’s like sleeping with a ghost.

I never really know


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