Plant a seed, it will grow. But into what? That's for you to know.

A story of letting in and letting go.

You planted a seed

One of love and hope?

You planted a seed

In a heart that's desperate and remote.

But did you plant it out of love and trust?

That seed you planted.

Or did you plant it out of lust.

That heart you choosed.

So young and green.

That soul you used.

So beautiful and serine. 

But no longer is that seed beautiful and trustful

You fed it with things evil and lustful.

You poisoned her soul.

She didn't think she would be used.

The seed stayed to keep you amused.

Slowly she realized what you were doing.

And had to do some very hard pulling.

To wrench that seed

now evil and full of greed

It must part with her,

It must leave her heart.

So that love can yet again grow.

And know she'll forever know,

That the heart is a furtile place.

Any thing can grow. Wheather it's love or hate.

Author's Note

so there maybe some spelling and grammer issues. IGNORE THEM PLEASE :) thanks!!