Strange Fruit

All that I have Reaped

have yet to return

the seeds have become rocks in my pockets

Give out love

in hopes that it may grow

drama comes in return

Immortals tell me of loves past

but fail to work on the one under construction

constantly reminding me of things once had

Wanting more than I possess

the harvest is spoiled

love is ruined

Reviews

[Stonewall]

Mate, this is piercing. I like the harvest metaphor running through it. When love is ruined, what then... starvation? Consider this review a small edible slice of love. Nice work.

[Tasha]

I like this a lot Donny, and its something that I've felt before. You described this very well.
♥ Ta'Shandra