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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