04 June 2013

Changing

A seed
That when falling into the soil,
Grows and matures.

Like the rhythm of my heart
The essence of my core
Come into fruition
I look in your eyes, and feel your presence
Move ever so distant now

Getting trapped inside my own emotions
I now see a change
That begs me to pull away from you
As my desire for you fades away.

For the Scriptic  prompt exchange this week, Bewildered Bug gave me this prompt: Come to fruition..  

I gave Grace O'Malley this prompt: When I grew up