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Love is a complicated thing
To me, like a weed...
It's planted in your heart without you knowing
So troublesome it may seem.
You want to yank it out with all of your might
but suddenly things don't seem so right...
Like the seed was meant to be,
For all eternity.
Tears form in the corners of your eyes
Growing pains...
The weed that you planted just wont die.
The branches grown and the weed multiplies
the buds of life...
Not a weed no more
The flower blooms, the petals rise.
Your love forms a beautiful rose
from a weed...
who would think, a love like that flows
Yet you encounter that bitter pain
The thorns begin to stab
That rose you worked so hard to gain...
looses petals left to grab
Close that fist tightly
Love is never once.
Save those petals for another day,
make no risky stunts.
- by I_ imping I_ olita |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/02/2012 |
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