Another flower poem

[word_eyes]

Your eyes are promising

like the first raindrop of spring

and I bloom each time you cry

but crumble more when each tear dries

and I stay alive in sand,

the dirt you keep within your hands

and I live this death for you

because that's what a friend should do,

beautiful girl, why cry?

it is for your joy, I die

every time you smile, I rise

In your palm where no lies lye

as you hold me steady to your breath

and pluck my petals through the stress

while I watch you cry these days,

it is for your love, I fade...

[gjunon]

to love is to trust that person not to hurt you.

i hope all is well but if your writing this perhaps not

to be tied to some one elses emotions is to be put on a rollor coaster you never know what is going to happen best of luck to you.

 

in other words i liked the poem good job

[Tattered]

Sounds like you sacrafice yourself for the needs of someone else. Although this may bring you purpose and momentary satisfaction...you may end up more lost and empty in the end. I think friends sometimes use each other. The users need to be made aware of your needs and exsistance. They may not realize their affect on you.

[Parmenion]

The mark of youth is that they are always prepared to die for some noble cause.

 

The mark of maturity are those who are prepared to live humbly for one.