Moshpit Marsha

Wildflower

There is a wildflower
Out there

The wild flower
Is a reminder
Of this regret
That has exhibited
Itself with much fret
Especially after
What all happened

The wild flower
Is there
Because of a seed
Planted last year
Talk about deceit

Watered by late night emails
And a few night talks

What a waste

Not worthy of time
In this thing called
Reality

Why even dare
To really care

Yet it’s all done
What’s done is done

So much for this “fun”
All right
It was fun
For a season

This thing last year
Began to disappear
Before the first winds
Of Autumn
No need to dwell

But the wild flower
Is still there
The flower
However
Is wild

Not cultivated
By honesty, respect, and adoration
Instead cultivated by deceit
And fueled by loneliness and the desire for attention
Yet not the real thing

This whole thing was a game
It could be worse
The flower is wild
Yet not completely a weed
For forgiveness and mercy cultivated it
However it is still a wild flower
For it was not meant to be
And it was just a game

posted by moshpitmarsha @ 6:47 PM