Monday, 28 November 2016

Bud.

It pulls at my insides,
To think of you like that.  
To think of you as mean,
A player of tit for tat.  
I want your soul to glow.  
I want you to work for good.  
I want your heart to blossom,
Not to shrivel at the bud.  
So I'll try my best, my hardest,
To guide you through the maze,
To balance pride with disappointment,
And love you all the days.  


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