Why is it
that little seedlings
are buried into heaps of dirt?
Then toil and endure through
the horrors of Earth?
Bloom an blossom
into beauty's worth,
only to wither back
into the dirt?
Why is it
that this fate gave birth
to you with
a dearth of love?
For it was abloom
with gloom.
Pricked by
the thorns of doom...
Hell, from fate's womb.
Why is it
that your eyes couldn't see
a rose amongst the lilies?
Your sight
the heel of Achilles,
withering all my feelings.
For you only saw
a girl, a filly,
in the spring.
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The End Of Spring
PoetryA collection of my poetry works... Hope you are inspired... Feel free to read and comment...