You planted a seed in my heart
And I'm afraid It's growing.
Swallowing me like vines,
and I keep thy stowing.
~
Days passed and
you forgot to
water it, and I
start to ache.
The flower in my heart
now dry, so full of hate.
~
The branches that
twisted like an
old olive tree,
began to unwind,
and I felt oxygen
refill my lungs like
twisting carnival ride.
~
You stood in front of
me with your watering can.
But I stood in front of
you like a blazing fire.
I mumbled words distantly,
"Thy free from my stow,
no more confinment.
I wish you happiness,
but I must run
Independent."
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry.
Teen FictionPoetry seems to be the only way I can express myself, so I thought I should post it online. All poetry is mine until further noted. ©
