you see
i know how to prune
a tree
how to mow
the lawn for the
grasses
have grown crowded
and tall
you see i can
lose some and win
some
i have always done
this
dropping people like
hot potatoes
i always think what is
the use of keeping
someone not looking
to the same direction
that i want
i know what is mine
and what i do not need
and what i cannot ever
love
i can change, and i can
sacrifice
losing you is my
growing up
nothing is wasted
nature is wise.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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