Good Intentions Missed
By Miggsy
The fragrence of an opening flower released, dispersing wildly Longing to reach some welcoming place in which to fullfill its destiny The innermost depths of someone who will appreciate it's every intention Lost, weightless holding onto everything it wants to give Floating until it finds this appreciation Moving futher from it's protective shelter The perfume starts to fade it's determination waning There is no one to embrace this precious desire for giving It disappears,never to reach the purpose for which its birth was meant. Written December 26th, 2001 © on Dec 26 2001 10:03 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"The fragrence of an opening flower..."