I swear Im not getting weak but Ive actually started to enjoy writing for once. This was just inspiration from a beautiful girl I miss dearly... Our Blooms, Second Chance Sometimes in life were caught in our palms, Forgetting the feel of the love that never wronged, Imperfections greatest desire, is to steal away your attention, Impatience and selfishness, are both of its sanctions. Love isnt found but built from attraction, Its shown through courage, weakness, and action. Its built on humility and the desire to give, Without a mirror to count but together to live. Miscommunication and unsatisfied love, A mountain traversed, with different paths for enough. A trial so steep and different ways to cope, We were simply growing as two roses, whod frayed as a rope. We allowed our stems to begin growing out, off of others opinions and saturated doubts. But the roses grew together because there was hope, We never lost faith, and never let go. Our stems were thick like the mast against our storms gale, Our strengths are unmatched by those who cried fail. Before we were planted to grow here together, Our spores had already known each other forever. Without circumstance we grew this grand garden, Starting on opposite sides our love had already started. We did not need touch or things or approval, Our love was pure love, steadfast and immovable. Do not forget how the Gardner had planned it, We came together from a gravity greater than planets. Our love was the same we didnt need to be held, To know that our interests and dreams were a weld. So before you break down and cut at your roots, Remember that growth takes more than just being pruned. It is not a match that fits just like a puzzle, It is not the slipper that fits without grip on the shovel. A rose is magnificent and can grow with unmatched shimmer, But as soon as the sun leaves its strength grows dimmer. It thinks on its own it can still push and grow, But discovers its spurt in the dark is reaching once more, for warmths glow. So in that darkness I realized my mistake, That you are the only compliment I needed to take. The dandelions and quick growing satisfactions were only impatience speed, To take block out the light in a garden full of weeds. In love and in growth they sing the same song, That you dont know what you have, until Its gone. I know you have felt and still feel our color, Our petals have wilted, but inside is still another. It is a petal so firm but soft to the touch, A petal thats grown a new breed, from loving so much. Our plants have been pruned but also a miracle profound, Theyve begun to grow with purpose and he selves they have found. We have found our strengths, our weaknesses, our water, We have found a love so deep we feel we must make choices for the other. But do not let others walk by and prune you, For they are not the Gardner, and your hearts shown this to you. Do not worry for we will grow together with them in this garden, Because instant acceptance is not granted by most larger trees that choose to harden. But eventually our roses will grow with the trees, And just like the sun, compliment their magnificence and our shared dreams. We are not what is picked at or kicked or blown over, But we are what we feel, and that feeling is not over. Most plants are lost in haste with the wind, They grow together to quickly only to wind, break, and never amend. These gardens youve seen where theyve claimed they cant find the sun, But the reason is they have chosen to grow together, but not for this love. My shine is radiant and a bush I have become, Full of roses of every color, from the lights giving sun. The water is sweet and Im sorry I failed, To value it in time, of our lack of lights mead. We may have to grow through a thicket of weeds, To see above the trials, that we bonded at the seed. To remember our love and trials and growth, And to remember each other, and the love that we hold. See other plants grow too quick and are cut by the same shears, but they dont grow because they feel that sacrifice is no longer dear. But to stay in your garden to smell of your scent, I ask that you remember what true love really meant. There is no set plan or pre tilled soil, But what we grow together for is our own dreams coils. Just know that in doubt it will be alright, If youll give our love a chance, to once again, taste each others light. I know you saw the good in my petals and minerals in my heart, And theres so much you would love that we never got to start. Im a fool for allowing the wrong bees to entertain me, Short lived satisfaction and a way to cope it was mainly. I never thought that in our nights crisping dark, Youd let the winds take you before the best part. So if I may show you what is there to lose?. The worst thing that could happen, is we got to choose. Youd see that our growth was a strength that they looked for, All their lives as they planted to look great on the shelves of a store. So before you worry and before you doubt, Remember to fly you must first doubt your doubts. I am not thorned or filled with deception or hate, But have learned of real love, and imperfections sweet taste. This loss has not withered me or broken me to lose, But losing was the way that you learned to choose. I was too busy trying to water by mouth, And was not the example and strength to fight winds blowing south. So if in this loss youll realize its not obsession, But accept my apology and late appreciation, as a lesson. A lesson to me of the beauty you hold, that no one else has, or can ever be told. The crinkles in your leaves, your petals, your toes, I found the love to give that cannot be sold. I found it in between the way that you bloomed, The way that you were imperfect in perfections monsoon. Remember the strengths as we pushed through the night, And that I am simply just fighting, for what in my heart, I know is right. A sprouting so unstoppable we bloomed too early, But if you give it a chance, our petals still stand firm, and glow purely. So the Gardner has left us our spores still to choose, Because love is not simply an easy puzzle piece we find and take comfort in, when confused. So Ill fight through the doubt through stupiditys chance, Ill push for our spring, and our loves second stance. So ask yourself what have I got to loose? The answer, is your hearts home found bloom. That I have no other motive and nothing to gain but only to lose, Because my sun I have lost, and I truly do and have found, my love for you. -Ben Holeman
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 06:19:02 +0000
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