My Garden - Poem by Dwight Lomax
She was my garden, I wanted her to stay fresh and happy, I wanted her to grow, I didn't want anyone to mess with her, I wanted her to show everyone how beautiful she was, But the thing is, She wasn't happy, She wasn't growing, She was weakening each day, people started to mess with her, So she started to mess with other people, Maybe it was because I didn't give her enough water, Maybe it was because I didn't give her enough sunlight, My garden is gone and is never coming back, When you have a garden, Do whatever you have to do to keep it growing and fresh, Don't lose your garden.
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