Poetry

Don’t

Don’t
Give me
Something plucked
From the Earth.
Withering and slowly
Dying.

Instead
Give me something
That I can use for
Years to come.
Something
That matters.

Always
Give me love,
A kiss, an embrace.
Make me forget.
Take my fears
Away

Love me like you’d die without me.
Because I’d die without you.

© Sarah Doughty

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