To a Primrose
To A Primrose
Dear rose I knew,
This message is to you,
Forgive me for not saying I do,
But the truth is I do.
I too make some mistakes,
This is letter I wrote
About feelings I never spoke,
This heart of mine forever leak,
Pouring blood like a plugged vain,
Blood of a lost flower like you.
Bloom I say , for some will pick you.
He shall give you what I couldn't give
If not ,he shall plant you
Where he picked you,
He shall show the world he failed
Dear rose I knew , hopefully
Someone has picked you ,
Picked you where a foolish
Prince left you.
By Hermit Poet
Copyright © Thembinkosi Makhanya | Year Posted 2021
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