Breaking.
Forming.
Never.
Hearts.
Scars.
Again.
A gentile plant
A seed to start
Water and care
A sprout peeks out
Too much water
Drowns the plant
Winds may blow
And owners negligent
But the flower will rise on
Through the thorns and weeds
Of its past.
A teardrop
Lingers
On the edge
About to fall
Clinging on
-
A tear that falls
Will never be forgotten