Weeds

Weeds have taken over,
where once there was a garden,
reminding us,
that even the beautiful can be ugly.
They shoot up,
though cracks in the concrete,
reminding us,
that sometimes you fall apart,
no matter how strong you are.
So give thanks to the weeds,
for reminding us,
we are only human.
♠ ♠ ♠
For some reason I can only write poetry at 2 in the morning. XP