Unfolded like a flower in your garden
Intoxicated by the power of your touch
Unaware that your heart had grown hardened
I displayed my pedals secrets in your church
Prostrate as a sinner at your altar
My sin and my desires I confessed
Revealing my intentions in full color
My past and future vulnerably undressed
In the name of love, you trampled every inch of
The fragrant, tender buds growing inside
Ripping all of them from root to stem taught
Me the lessons that would change my life
I watched as you broke any strength I offered
Until the beauty dissolved in your eyes
Still unaware of all that I had suffered
It was then that I created my disguise
My garden bare and vibrant flowers withered
Another lover begging to be saved
Too broken and afraid to love another
My flowers left to decorate the grave
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Nicely done, Kelli. I really liked these two lines for some reason: "Revealing my intentions in full color My past and future vulnerably undressed"
This is a kind of remembrance poem of a person that you were close maybe. Good job.