By whom or what i do not know
But your heart was the vineyard
Where doubt and lies became
the sun and the rain
A tiny seed was sown
By whom or what i do not know
but a gigantic tree of hatred
grew in its place
Overshadowing everything else
Painful but true. How many times do we allow our hearts to be harden and filled with hate, yet we cannot pinpoint the source because we are blinded by rage and unable to make it back to ourselves? Brief and powerful. Good job, Flo.
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