Backyard
I got a backyard full of fantasies and I'll admit I have a couple weeds but if you saw my backyard. You'd be left in awe. Just beauty in each every flower and yes —I take all this time to ponder on every good deed because these are the memories I'll be keeping and sharing.
I wonder what's in your backyard too, most people say theirs isn't much like mine but you have more than enough divine to have excellent rose bushes and pines. Look at this bush. —It's healthy and killing weeds I think you should call this bush prosperity and maybe one day invest in growing a couple of trees and call them serenity
keep watering your apple trees it's good food for thought and this garden is vast so I know you think alot. There's a ton of uncut grass you see I know you're always thinking about the mushy stuff. I hope I find the tree name after me. I want to know how much I'm on your mind and I know it's somewhere cuz I see this pumpkin patched called us and I'm about harvest this stuff
thank God I came across this thorn bush called pain because beyond it can see the plants you closed off called past and on the other side of this is a whole lot of empty land.
I just wanna give you some plants, make your backyard bigger the only thing that's missing is some Potentilla and maybe a couple of roses maybe you and me could find a name for the potential and love seen in this backyard and call the whole thing we.
(cheesy I know)
Ps: I know you see my thorn bushes and I call them conceit but I'll shave off each and every thorn regularly if you decide to be with me.
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