WEEDS OF FATE
She sowed the seeds of love
In a garden sown from doubt
The killer from within
She could not be without
Time stuck to her
Like sap from a tree
The tangled weeds of fate
Grew wild at her feet
She took the higher path
The one of broken glass
Her heart, she wore
Like a crucifix on her sleeve
Always the martyr
Open heart on the altar
When she reached inside
The world screamed out
Piles of blank pages
Alive on the table
She always ran away
When the stillness pulled her closer
She never liked the Autumn
When the gardens grow over
It reminded her of time
That nothing lasts forever.
