"Forgotten" feelings come back to me as little pinpricks of memory
like flowers in march

I am the ground still cool and hardened,
but beginning to soften with the oncoming warmth of spring

Blooming sprouts of jealously bud in me as the days get warmer and my heart gets softer,
closer to the day we first kissed

But the small buds of beautiful of green soon die down with another rush of cold winter winds,
reminding me that i am not supposed to feel that way anymore anymore

For now these pangs of heartache are crystallized by the early springtime snows
And the icy sighs of winter shelter the shrunken seeds that have harboured in my heart

But they are waiting,
waiting to grow into long awaited flowers,
ready to suffocate me with their beauty.