for a wilted flower blooming again...

paper flowers

don’t grow

and love

is not a play thing

 

you tickled my heart

and I giggled silly tears

 

you reeled me in

as I feasted

on your sweet bait

 

then you left

leaving me

like an old cemetery:

full and lifeless

 

now I ride

a roller coaster of emotions

up and down the tainted rails

life often travels

 

but companions of pain and fear

are ceasing to be old ‘road dogs’

without whom I shall survive

 

and you will become

a faded keloid

my heart once bore

 

blooming again

in the garden of passion

I grow fragrantly

waiting  to be plucked

and watered in a vase

of true and everlasting love