At the pit of my stomache
I feel a seed
A seed of pain.
Whenever we talk
The seed get's a little more water
And when we fight
It gets a bit of sunshine.
The seed begins to sprout.
It grows into my throat
Making words I'd like to shout.
But for a while
I trimmed the tree.
The tree of pain.
Making sure
That I don't talk out of place.
Out of turn.
Making sure
I didn't say the things that I yearn.
But now
I've lost the clippers.
The leaves of words
Come to my mouth
And make me shout.
Let me share
What I've Been hiding
When we were fighting.
All hell breaks loose.
Saying the things
I've wanted to say to you.
I've gotten the seed out of my system
Now it's up to you
If another is planted.
Because now I know better
To just let it sprout
And let it all out
 
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