For a Wilted Flower Blooming Again

for a wilted flower blooming again paper flowers don’t grow and love is not a play thing you tickled my heart and I giggled silly tears you reeled me in as I feasted on your sweet bait then you left leaving me like an old cemetery: full and lifeless now I ride a roller coaster of emotions up and down the tainted rails life often travels but companions of pain and fear are ceasing to be old ‘road dogs’ without whom I shall survive and you will become a faded keloid my heart once bore blooming again in the garden of passion I grow fragrantly waiting to be plucked and watered in a vase of true and everlasting love