Wednesday, 16 October 2013 @ 03:23 0 stares
but surely
it crept up on her
and hence grew
a small bud
that longed for
the sunlight of
returned affections
but as soon as it realised
it would never blossom
weeds grew
that she could not stop
slowly but silently
wrapping their green tendrils
on something pure and precious
the thorns dig in
as she tries to ignore
the all too familiar twinge
of jealousy
