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.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

what the fuck do you think this is about.

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Afzal Shauq's picture

sure.. love never grows in tree and neither the heartiest 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....