Fruits of My Labor

It's just a form of venting

I hope you enjoy it.

 

The fruits of my labor.

The seeds that were plowed into the earth

Of his heart

 

I hope you taste,

Among the sweetness,

The salt, that burned my eyes

And rolled down my cheeks,

Within my tears.

 

Tears that gave life

To this blooming love he has now.

That watered and soaked past

The shell of his heart.

 

I hope you enjoy the seed

That grew from my pain and sadness.

That blossomed from my sacrifice.

Author's Note

Open to honest critique and feedback

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[John the Baptist]

There is no way to make being dumped hurt less. Only time can do that.