Your mind is a garden,

Your thoughts are like seeds.

You can grow flowers,

Or you can grow weeds.

Let the blooms cradle your heart,

Push through your rib cage.

Never to push them apart,

But to gain colour with age.

Nurture your mind,

Keep it curious.

And your soul kind,

Less furious.

Our foibles make up our soil,

Till them so we can understand.

And no longer feel toil,

At our and other’s hand.

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I love you baby 🖤

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