by Melissa Arnold

Created on: March 16, 2009

Like a flower you were so beautiful

That a garden was made just for you.

Such a fool am I.

I should have made you mine,

Planted within my soul so that you could grow.

You lay within that garden still unattended.

Weeds, jealous of your beauty, choke you now.

Trying to destroy my love

I want to rip them away from you.

Not caring if my hands bleed from the thorns you have

Grown to protect yourself.

Yet I won't take you from that place.

Past all of my want and yearning

Is this fear

That if I try to make you mine

You will die.

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