Love is not painful
But the act of sacrificing is
Very much so
It consumes you until you choke
No choice but to take all
The broken pieces of my heart
And bury them like seeds
Deep into the ground
And water them with my tears
With the hope that someday the love will grow
But I will never know
If it takes years for a tree to grow
Then how could I wait for something that may or may not show
Soft is the earth I touch
But softer is my broken heart
Bitter is the taste
Of sadness that lingers
Like the aroma of rain
It never leaves me the same
If love won’t grow then I will
I will have to
Be bigger than I am today
As a person
With a broken soul that’s drifting away
I must get it back!
I must live!
If I want to see the seasons change
And maybe I will get to see
If the forgotten love had finally grown into a tree
Even if it doesn’t
I know that I am free
From the misery I once buried
Deep in me
If love won’t grow then I will
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