Growing Wild, by MrsPeterson Subscribe to rss feed for MrsPeterson

the weeds in the yard
are growing so tall
the grass along the fence
is taller than me
i watch as flowers bloom
among all the rubble
i watch as the rain falls
falling softer than feathers
i sit and stare up at the sky
and i remember the times
when there wasn't a weed for miles
when the white picket fence was still white
when the flowers would bloom
among a field of other flowers
i think about the day you left
i was so alone
it's been raining here ever since
there is but one flower left
it sits in the middle of the mud
it sits here loving you still
as do i
Posted: 2005-04-16 17:32:30 UTC

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