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You were a weed that grew in my garden

Your throws grew, climbing up slowly-

 Sharp enough, you penetrate my rose.

You took away everything that was pure and beautiful.

You swallowed my garden whole.

Now all that grows here is false beauty-

An emptiness created-

A barren land and a layer of dust reminding me of once was.

Intensifying the pain of dying innocence.

Yet there you stand, so radiant and bright-

Captivating a lover’s eye

Now you grow in so many different gardens,

Waiting for your next victim to be planted.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Be thankful he is no longer in your garden and he has moved on. Sadly others will suffer too. Your garden will grow again in time and flourish as well with the right tender care. Be brave.

Chris