Saturday, August 13, 2011

a garden unplanted

Leave your roots to dry.

Find a place to lie down.

When the green turns to brown,

will you still be around?

Because I spent years under the ground,

no soil to call my own.

I'm a garden unplanted with seeds to sow

and gravity can never keep me from your arms while I'm still young.

Now, every moment that I spend in-between enjoying myself and second-guessing everything

is lost and squandered on time that was never mine, then chalked up to a promise I made to another one time.