The Flower

I'm trying not to focus
Blurred by my intent.
Relenting sentiment of the times that we've spent.
Twisting and turning
Makes me want to repent...

Trepidant...towards my hearts contempt.
Resentment towards this inner turmoil.
I've planted a bud, but destroyed the soil.
A loss of something that was good and pure
A love that will no longer endure.

Sure I know, that it may still bloom,
but an impending doom if it grew to soon.
Time will show and ill wait to see...
If the seed is lost or its planted in me.



Poetry by TheNakedPoet
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Written on 2007-08-21 at 01:10

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