Bonsai

I like to show up early
  He was always late.
  I planned my every move
  While he relied on fate.

  If I decided somethings wrong
  He would decide it's right.
  Like a willow I would sway
  Like a maple he stood strong.

  We pruned our likes and dislikes
  Much as trimming a Bonsai.
  We focused on the good parts
  Tossing off the bad to die.

  Our compost pile of cuttings
  Began to set us free.
  Eventually we both conceded
  Love is simply meant to be.

loverhyme

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