We were just seedlings oblivious too all,
The dirt is for growth or comfort when we fall,
You stem,
I stretch,
Extend and then heighten,
To the ones up above whose lives are enlightened,
I peeked the sun through you,
I stay stunted,
She has proceeded the weeds i just confronted,
I practiced patience
And contemplation,
Through these foundations,
You've fueled my creation,
But they've grown too much,
I'm holding them back,
I wither,
And whats left of my petals turn black.
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