Torn from your life
like a weed from a garden,
not caring of my feelings
or even asking my pardon.
Mindlessly dislodged
and left to wither and die,
not even given the chance
to tell you goodbye.
My love no longer worthy,
my caring no longer wanted,
and the pain that I feel
I will forever be haunted.
But I hold tight to my resolve
and hold my head high
as I choke down the tears
and refuse now to cry.
I know in my heart
even after I’m gone,
my love for you still
forever lives on.
It lives in the soil
where my roots still remain,
tattered and torn
but alive just the same.
So like a weed in garden
it will grow once again,
in the same exact spot
where once I had been.
It will grow strong and proud
replenished and new,
with kindness and caring
to give only to you
to watch over and protect you
and give you its love,
as I painfully watch you
from the heavens above.
If only I were a flower
succulent and ornate,
maybe I would not have had
to suffer this fate.
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Author:
notapoet (
Offline) - Published: September 4th, 2016 10:37
- Category: Love
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Comments3
This poem is so expressive. So sullen, but full of passion for a lost love. I've written some like this one, and the can be very deep in thought and dripping with emotion. Excellent!
I is my turn to thank you for the read and the kind words, much appreciated.
Awesome Awesome write love it
Thank you sir.
Welcome
This is a very good poem ...i love the words you used...great job
Much appreciated....
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