How does it feel when a good deed done with pure intentions for someone you would sacrifice it all for, is instead misinterpreted in a shockingly criminal light?
LEAVES
One by one so silently,
in this autumn, my leaves I lose
Before the sun could set on me
Or birds could flatter my sorry soul
In manicuring myself suitably
The spring I lose so stealthily
Yet all you see is dead leaves dry
Dirtying 'your lawn', sadly for me
Dirtying your 'lawn (sadly) for me'
-Mx
Love your poem! Yes I have a somewhat terrible time with my brother. Sad by true.
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