seed.
The Rose.
Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose
*
everday is a new day.
i felt better facing what i face compared to yesterday.
i am tempted to ask. tempted to say. tempted to swear.
but i realised, i am more forgiving that i thought i am.
maybe it is because i loved and lived with a heart that tries to see the light each day.
i am thankful that i didnt endup saying nasty things.
maybe because i have learnt.
and realised.
or maybe because of my pride?
or the least i want to remember.
i choose to.
posted by Cinds @ 1:51 AM
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