My friend Nancy wrote this for me to cheer me on to let go of the pain. it was great
My heart used to be a fertile garden. It used to bloom and scent with life but your dry winds kept blowing and carried all of my drops of love. My love was the dew of heavens gift. A love freely given and I chose to freely give. You collected all I had to give but your gathering clouds gave no rains. Your storms always poured out affection on another land far away. I turned into a desert. Now my cracked earth is parched hoping for your love. There is no more left in me but if you need to, you can carry my dust too. Go on, take the very last of me. In love it is often all or nothing. So I give you all of me. Go on and take the very last of me.
Wamaitha
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Take the last of me
My heart used to be a fertile garden. It used to bloom and scent with life but your dry winds kept blowing and carried all of my drops of love. My love was the dew of heavens gift. A love freely given and I chose to freely give. You collected all I had to give but your gathering clouds gave no rains. Your storms always poured out affection on another land far away. I turned into a desert. Now my cracked earth is parched hoping for your love. There is no more left in me but if you need to, you can carry my dust too. Go on, take the very last of me. In love it is often all or nothing. So I give you all of me. Go on and take the very last of me.
Wamaitha
Poetry by Wamaitha
Read 674 times
Written on 2015-03-16 at 07:28
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