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Slowly Draining
The roses I bought you are dying
Our relationship are those roses
You're not watering them and they're slowly dying
I am the roots
Searching for love from you, day by day trying to survive
Wondering why I have to curl up at the bottom of the vase, waiting and waiting
The once red roses
are turning purple
Dying from neglect, as the part, you can't see in me keeps working
Second
By second
So much love to give and Noone to accept it
My heart slowly drains from pain
Leaves crumbling from no sun
Roots drying from no water
As the cracks begin to show, I start to fall over
Dry and left to die
Our relationship are those roses
You're not watering them and they're slowly dying
I am the roots
Searching for love from you, day by day trying to survive
Wondering why I have to curl up at the bottom of the vase, waiting and waiting
The once red roses
are turning purple
Dying from neglect, as the part, you can't see in me keeps working
Second
By second
So much love to give and Noone to accept it
My heart slowly drains from pain
Leaves crumbling from no sun
Roots drying from no water
As the cracks begin to show, I start to fall over
Dry and left to die
Published 20th Mar 2016
| Edited 22nd Mar 2016
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21st Mar 2016 2:43pm
21st Mar 2016 8:43pm
Great poem! Suggested edits in line two "are" should be "is" and in line nine "neglecte" should be "neglect. Otherwise nice work!
22nd Mar 2016 5:22am
love's loss reflected in the withering of roses.
it's a stunning allegory...
it's a stunning allegory...
22nd Mar 2016 6:23am
Such kind words. Thank you !! This is actually the second poem I've ever written. To have people to actually enjoy it, makes my life worth living. Thanks again!
25th Mar 2016 2:59am
I like this poem because I have a habit of keeping old flowers in my room from people who have given them to me. It kind of reminds me of the fact that sometimes I cannot let go of past relationships. It's a whole part of moving on but when you're not getting anything back, especially love in return, but everything that goes with it, you begin to question you're own humanity. Nice work.
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