I dig up the dirt
you’ve planted me into;
stepping on dandelions
and daffodils.

Courting the weeping willow,
as it please you.

But I have:
water,
a shovel,
and the broken heart necessary to grow

New love.

And no matter which way the wind blows,
let’s be good friends until the end of time.

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I dig up the dirt
you’ve planted me into;
stepping on dandelions
and daffodils.

Courting the weeping willow,
as it please you.

But I have:
water,
a shovel,
and the broken heart necessary to grow

New love.

And no matter which way the wind blows,
let’s be good friends until the end of time.

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