RSS

My fault, my forte

29 Sep

apology

My intention was to share affection

And not to afflict hearts

My desire, was to dish out love

And not to stir up lust

Shame, it often doesn’t work out.

Although I shed tears of love,

It’s often mistaken for fake.

Then, my delicate and dedicated,

Heart of Roses end up being jilted.

With anger, anguish and disgrace,

All ranted at me,

My intention became tension,

My flower withered with the heat

My blossom – brightness – faded.

But my seed, my sacred heart of love,

Remained alive to alight with lore again.

Reminding me of my forte,

But to accept my fault

By nature, my seed will sprout

Even with storms and thorns

With light it shall shoot, spring

And then bear bare bud.

As one never knows,

Someone would be there.

There, again to pluck my Roses.

 
Leave a comment

Posted by on September 29, 2015 in News Analysis

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

 
%d bloggers like this: