Bloom

I used to think love
Was more like a spark
Where it shined so bright
Before it was lost in the dark

It was a toil, a trouble
A sweater with wear.
A long drawn out essay
With remarks of despair.

A chore and a task
If I do what for them
Then I can have peace
All their spite can end.

But maybe there's more,
Like a still blooming petal.
Like a succulent nectar
And less like a nettle

And maybe, just maybe
There's a sweet song somewhere
Where my heavy heart isn't
Only my burden to bear

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i really loved the rhymes in tis one. this beat rocked and really got into it. yet the theme is characteristically complex. what is the definiion of love? -- figuring that out is to come of age. there is no straight or simple answer, and the confusion one feels was captured clearly. the ending has a slight romantic ring to it, the belief that love can be rewarding. that belief, i think, keeps us alive.

[Hallow]

Thank you! It's nice you see so many things in this that I cannot. I appreciate it.