A Feeble Attempt
My love is like a raindrop,
falling on a flower's soft petal.
It's strength can penetrate,
even amalgamate the most durable metal.
The alms of my love are endless,
and you accept them with endeavor.
When I ask for a humble return of my feelings
your actions are empty and not the leat bit clever.
I concede my hurt and my pain in order to soothe your needs.
Your selfishness is like a weed, growing
And chocking my blossom so it can no longer breathe.
You cannot begin to fathom the depths of my soul.
My idolatry could captivate and even compliment your role.
Yet you refute
falling on a flower's soft petal.
It's strength can penetrate,
even amalgamate the most durable metal.
The alms of my love are endless,
and you accept them with endeavor.
When I ask for a humble return of my feelings
your actions are empty and not the leat bit clever.
I concede my hurt and my pain in order to soothe your needs.
Your selfishness is like a weed, growing
And chocking my blossom so it can no longer breathe.
You cannot begin to fathom the depths of my soul.
My idolatry could captivate and even compliment your role.
Yet you refute
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