Weed

Life tries to choke the life out of me
With poison, with darkness, cruel hands uprooting me
I hang on, even if by the flimsiest of threads
I recoup, regather, regrow
Recovering slowly, a day at a time
Cowering in anticipation of the next blow
That day when the scythe sliced down at me
I nearly gave up, prepared to meet my doom
Yet I lived on
I surprised even myself
The will to live inside me is stronger than I knew
Why should flowers be allowed to live and not I?
Because they smile their foolish pretty smiles?
Are we not both plants made equal in God's eyes?
Those useless blossoms droop in vases
Their stems shrivel and die
At least I fight on, no matter if you rip me apart, tear off my limbs
Yet they hunt me down, without mercy, without pity
But I will live, I will survive..

Love & Pain & Love Again

Love and pain go hand in hand
One gives you the strength for the other to withstand
You can face the darkest hour, and fight your deepest fears
Your heart lends you the strength to wipe away your tears

But in love itself the origin of pain you can trace
Without love, the pain would not exist in the first place 
For the more you care and the more you feel
The quicker you're hurt, the slower you heal...