Behind the Engines

Behind the Engines

Behind the Engines

Chosen flowers for a vase
Yet still my love can’t be erased
For I’m the bud that didn’t bloom
Around the ones who did, I loom
I know you chose them in your favor
But mine was left to never savor
Compare me not to your bright bouquet
I’ll linger yet to your dismay
For when I blossom with new petals…
You’ll still be working with your metals
But I will grow and open wide
To show my love, I WILL NOT HIDE!
Behind the engines, you will ROAR!
Since I have finally found the door
Yet you’ll just race clean out of site
And even so, I’ll know it’s right

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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