Picking petals off of a flower, I ask myself whats already known.
Does he love me? Does he love me not? The truth is hard as stone.
I know it in my head, but my heart has opposition.
My head is screaming "Turn back now" but my heart is on a mission.
My heart grows this beautiful flower, with petals as bright as can be.
But my mind locks the flower up tight, and throws away the key.
So my heart grows a new garden, and it blossoms without a quit.
But the garden gets out of control, and swallows everything around it.
~A.T
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Sad Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that may pain you to read, possibly as much as they pained me to write
