You planted a seed under my tounge
My hands nurtured it as it craddled my face at night
The tears shed because you left watered it
And it grew
Without you to provide any of the strength it needed to survive
I do not hate you for planting the seed
I just hate that you are not around to see how beautifully the flower from it has bloomed
YOU ARE READING
Pen To Paper
PoesiePut a pen to the paper Some say "It's just poetry" No this is not just poetry It's emotions spilling on a page Words filled with sadness and rage Poetry is a window to the soul Because sometimes we can't find the door Put a pen to the paper And...
