TapRoot

lonely-sad-girl

It goes on,

will go on,

for special snowflakes.

 

It leaves you,

deceives you,

remnants suffocate.

 

It burns you,

then turns you,

leads you astray.

 

It mutes you,

refutes you,

with piercing rays.

 

You golden,

you glowing,

Unique in all ways.

 

Blank eyes,

broken lives,

upon one bland face.

 

A taproot,

hollow shoot,

a body then rots.

 

It goes on,

will go on,

won’t grant you that shot.

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