My heart is upside down and cracked but I'm the sweet soil
Creases and cracks cradle seeds naive, new, they coil
From, come vines and leaves of bracken, shackles, intertwine
My lips in silent sighs, petals fall prudently as my budding words vine
I am soil, embraced in the roots creative, loving and kind
My flowers, not alike except in name.
Some feel and smell like home and the smiles. Some feel and smell of home, melancholy, and denial.
I'm both erosive and endearing. And both longing for home and fearing.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
My heart is upside down and cracked but I'm the sweet soil
Creases and cracks cradle seeds naive, new, they coil
From, come vines and leaves of bracken, shackles, intertwine
My lips in silent sighs, petals fall prudently as my budding words vine
I am soil, embraced in the roots creative, loving and kind
My flowers, not alike except in name.
Some feel and smell like home and the smiles. Some feel and smell of home, melancholy, and denial.
I'm both erosive and endearing. And both longing for home and fearing.
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