Seeds of Love
Seeds of Love,
Carelessly planted,
Means you take,
Sanguine Heart for
Granted.
Sow them well,
One by one,
Each time you’re
Through.
Look what
you’ve done.
If plans
Go Awry,
(Sigh)
Let the seedlings
Quickly Die…
For if you Plant,
On barren soil
A piece of your Heart
Will Surely Spoil.
And the Life You knew
Will Continue,
Though stained
With The First
Regret.
Copyright © Randy Becknell | Year Posted 2024
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