Last poetry battle and my word is NEEDS
Needs watering, the flowers,
Keep up the appearances,
What would they think,
Should they see the real you?
Elimy's first word was YOU. I thought it was fitting to bring things around full circle. This poem is about the masks people wear to pretend they're someone else. It's been fun messing about with these little daily poems. Maybe again sometime in the future?
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