seed never sown

Nov 16, 2016

I was nothing but a seed
he picked me up and put me in his mouth
caressed me with his tongue
trying to figure out my flavor
wanted more so he cracked me open 
I surrendered and gave him my inner part
my heart
he proceeded to crush it 
swallow me down 
and spit the rest of me out on barren ground 
I could've been a tree
but now all that remains of me 
is a broken and used outer shell

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