My heart is a garden
and you have trampled on my flowers
instead of tending them.
You cut the stems
when they were already broken,
leaving petals trailing behind your footsteps:
nothing but a sad reminder that you left without looking back.
I should have locked the gates
instead of letting you in,
but I thought you had the seeds for the flowers I was missing.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
My heart is a garden
and you have trampled on my flowers
instead of tending them.
You cut the stems
when they were already broken,
leaving petals trailing behind your footsteps:
nothing but a sad reminder that you left without looking back.
I should have locked the gates
instead of letting you in,
but I thought you had the seeds for the flowers I was missing.
June 2013
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