A Cactus Ever So Lonely
I see, this is what it means,
To have one intention, and one only.
Why is it I have to be that one cactus,
That feels ever so lonely.
The hard rocks to the pavement so hot,
Do I care?
No I most certainly do not.
For I have these friends, seemingly different.
But who cares?
For their petals drip such vibrant colors,
And their love they leant.
I sit here, pointy and uneasy to touch,
But the soft heart of those flowers die down such a thought.
Now, I don't have to feel like an only,
Neither do I have to be that cactus, that is ever so lonely.
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