Patricia: Love
By Patricia Wood
Love is like a flower in my hand,
that comes with a stem.
The petals so bright and beautiful,
like Mr. Martin’s pictures in his little cubicle.
But once the petals
start to fall off,
something is wrong.
You start to cry,
your one sweet love
has broken up with you.
You get mad and have a fit.
And if s/he tries to come
back to you, you refuse.
Love is like a flower in my hand,
but also like the mad inside you
that tells you to let go.
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