Pressure breaks pipes
With diamond encrusted tendencies
Withering the shriveled leaves
Autumn was such a tricky appetizer
Reserving her section in the deepest of minds
Passion fruit embodied softness of nature
Sweeter before bitter seeds
Implanted themselves in broken deserted ground
Whose letting these weeds grow when sewn
The land was the forgotten purity
Simply without cognizance
Opting out of privacy choices with every share
Yet the crop holders invested in the wrong harvest
Stock tumbled unequipped of presidential saving
Pressure broke the uncomfortable
Situations were a remembrance
Branded and cultivated
Love was gentrified
New school whimsical fools tarnishing nature
Her stigma drawn in squabbles
The tides were harsh as the weather warmed
Where were the scientists of the forewarned
Masked alone in corridors of should’ve would’ve could’ve
Letting the paradox of life cast its damnation
Becoming the assertive fixation
Cupid was pissed off sharpening arrows
Because after pain comes pleasure
Even the poets slumped into darkness
Creating the perfect beauty
Roses do grow from concrete
In the face of hearts of steel
Embellished in amazement
Romance refuted to be phased
Hardening its core to keep the heart pure
I guess what this poet is trying to say
Is she wants to love again one day.
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