My heart cracks open with joyous anguish again and again
Feeling cheated for never being given the chance to see
If we could grow, evolve into something more.
You had us in a box, like a flower in a pot, we never had a chance
To grow wild and free, unrestricted by your hearts restrictions.
I stand with my heart in my hands, bleeding aguish and pain.
Yet to see you happy with your love, I feel true joy.
For in this, I don’t matter. You are happy, that is what matters.
Copyright © Darla Tegtmeier | Year Posted 2018
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