tending to my beautiful garden, growing, glowing, roots showing and hope blooming, tender petals my heart is grooming into something far from dark and ruined the others, cracked and crumbling, dry and deserted from thunder rumbling all I want is to love, to keep loving knowing love is fearing loss knowing loss is fearing love hearing loss is fearing hearing possible endings nearing tearing up then gearing up for demolition I'm only wishing for undying beautiful things my mind dutifully sings and screams and pleads for what my heart needs good deeds won't protect selfish love, nor intellect keep my garden intact, in fact it may only harden my heart and pen pardon my art, I just intend to cowardly restart what must end.. to my garden, I try to tend...
my boyfriend wrote this and let me add in touches here and there. he ever so bravely let me share it with hellopoetry. <3