The Darkest Garden
Yes ,but still I willed it so,
to make you whole,
to let you know,
two broken souls
could mend again,
with love and hope and yes,
a friend.
was I so wrong to take a chance?
what price we pay for true romance.
I poured my love out on your
wounds,
spoke in tongues
of ancient runes,
burned with flames in
passions throes,
planted seeds
now see what grows.....
our offspring
is the afterbirth
of two who cannot
claim their worth.
parched and shriveled
meant to die,
but still I know
I had to try.
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