Greenhouse Effect

The flowers are all but dead

and yet a ghost of their beauty

still dances in my head.

I thought that water and sun

would be all that they need

to survive the ever burning heat

and not become weeds.

But now, the flowers are surely gone

and the grass that remains is burned

into some semblance of a lawn.

Like those flowers who didn’t make it,

my love for you needed more

since the burning heat of passion

burned your soul to the core.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Greenhouse Effect

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