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My Love Does Not Grow on Trees
I will wallow, I will wallow
in what I wish to wallow
I will do what I want
You can't stop me.
In my sorrow, in my sorrow
in my own fuckin sorrow
Please, just please
let me be.
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I won't love you tomorrow
I'm sorry my love
does not grow on trees.
sure.. love never grows in tree and neither the heartiest feelings..you are totally right and the poem is very much attractive with its rich theme... wish if you never stop writing..this is the good way to do catharsis... well done dear shana for good poems and comments you have been doing on my poems since long... best of luck with a hope of your happy smiles to feel....