Expect the unexpected


She says she feels like a flower in the shade,
Slowly wiliting.
“But, how?” You ask.
“I gave you all of the light in me.”
She says she feels as dry as the cracked
soil around the garden.
“But, how?” You ask.
“Every day I took my love and dumped it
on you like a bucket of water.”
“Flowers can dry up from too much light,
and drown from too much water.” She explains.
“It’s not that you didn’t give enough,
you gave too much.”

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