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