Like a plant it slowly grows in my heart
Crumbling the walls around it
On its vine a flower sits
Its beauty like no other
I let the roots grow deeper and deeper
For I do not want the flower to die
But when the time comes
When the thorns cut too deep
And the pain grows unbearable
I will have to rip it out of my heart
And the roots witch will had grown deep
Will leave holes too big to mend
The silent cries and unseen tears will fill
The holes ‘till another weed grows
Ripping open my wounds, and leaving news scars
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Loving the Pieces
PoetryInside lays a dying soul, broken beyond repair, learning how to love again, learning how to care.
