that's been stepped on
repeatedly
still smell so
sweetly
time and again?
can a vine
that's been cut off
from rooting
still reach out
and bloom
from above?
where is the love
when the grey
comes in?
it blocks the sun
when the day
won't begin
why does this happen
time and again?
doubt crawls free
from underneath
me
it seizes me in
the darkness
holding me apart
from all of this
pain and
what it is
used to be bliss
just two seconds ago
what do i know
about love?
(nothing)
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