Love, loyalty, respect and honesty are free.
If you take me for granted it plants the seed.
The sun no longer shines on us, but the plant still grows.
The plant that was seeded with love has become an illusion.
The seeds of mistrust, uncertainty,fear and confusion have laid the foundation of growth.
What once was bright and full of life withers with neglection.
The plant thrives in the dark; all alone, under the waning moon. Upon reflection, the seeds were planted in soil with oppression.
Established by infertility we repressed how beautiful it should be. Nothing can survive when starved with rejection of affection.
The flowers of conversion have begun their bloom. Lost in a...