So torn, So confused, Neglected feelings And broken hearts I am an icicle an icicle of heartache, so cold growing larger everyday as the waters of the world drip down my very existance I am also a flower A flower that the gardener neglected to water Then a girl, a tender girl, finds me She waters my dying soul I bloom I prosper I begin to think that I might survive Then I die For all flowers, watered or neglected, Die sometime.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem after someone I loved broke my heart.( We are back together)
Sometimes we feel that we cannot ever be on top, that we are always one step behind and one
dollar short. That was how I was feeling when I wrote this poem. I would appreciate
any poems or comments, feel free to E-mail me.
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