Flowers bloomed where you traced your fingers.
They grew as if fed by your caress.
And slowly, I became a garden.
My bleeding red Dicentras fluttered, as your hands lingered.
Tuberose & orchids twisted together, covering my dress.
Your words sprung up fresh new buds.
But Lavender began to spring up from the words you planted.
And from my eyes began to sprout begonias, purple and dark.
I realized that you were not willing to accept that I couldn't grow orange blossoms.
You & I knew my soil wasn’t able to be enchanted.
So I clipped all of my flowers, and shot the lovely larks.
You said I wasn't worth tending. Was I not?
You kicked the dirt and ripped up the last of the lilacs
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
Flowers bloomed where you traced your fingers.
They grew as if fed by your caress.
And slowly, I became a garden.
My bleeding red Dicentras fluttered, as your hands lingered.
Tuberose & orchids twisted together, covering my dress.
Your words sprung up fresh new buds.
But Lavender began to spring up from the words you planted.
And from my eyes began to sprout begonias, purple and dark.
I realized that you were not willing to accept that I couldn't grow orange blossoms.
You & I knew my soil wasn’t able to be enchanted.
So I clipped all of my flowers, and shot the lovely larks.
You said I wasn't worth tending. Was I not?
You kicked the dirt and ripped up the last of the lilacs
Representations:
Dicentras - the heart
Tuberose - pleasure
Orchids - delicate beauty
Lavender - distrust
Begonias - deep thoughts
Orange Blossoms - fertility
Lilac - first love
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
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