I want to give, can't give in, need to give up

I have been there, you are not the first

and say that you like me, but sometimes it hurts

to have the sleeve up on the tongue

or was it heart, it just feels wrong

to leave when love is just a seed

and time fails hard to fill those needs. 

but what's to heal? The weed has grown

on a fragile scion, too small to withhold

the damage of storms, and fire, and sores. 

Idle garden, fallow field, voiceless song of mine

tender heart has been once more postponed for unknown time. 

For A.