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Petals of Sorrow
Sweet love blooms
blossoming under the warmth
of another’s affections
Yet loss is embedded in veiny stems
Threaded with the truths of time,
all decompose in the end.
Even the purest and profoundest of love,
loses glimmers of shine over time.
But if you leave beauty
where Mother Nature planted it,
it’s spoils birth new life.
If cut down,
displayed in a vase,
it’s vibrancy slowly fades,
it’s purpose becomes a waste,
and it decays in vain.
Out of selfish gain
you cut her stem
and buried her roots
Careless lover,
you leave her thirsty
and malnourished
Petals of sorrow
fall as she wilts
Don’t you hear her tears?
Don’t you see her shaking in fear?
Neglect slices the vein and love bleeds out
You’re too late
Under self absorbed
and distracted eyes
the last petal falls,
She withered away
the evidence fallen flat
shriveled massacre of her soul scooped up in your hands
remnants of a love condemned
The broken glass and scattered petals,
tossed in fits of rage
won’t bring her back again
as the loneliness echos
through the empty space on the bed
The foliage of love assassinated by vanity
haunts you in your dreams
The beauty you emaciated
love you wasted
fights back
planting a seed
in the back of your mind
The truth digs its roots
with painful claws
Awoken by her phantom screams
feeling the invisible thorns tear at your flesh
a horror neither one of you will forget
You could’ve had the most fragrant of loves
Instead you live in a garden of ghosts
blossoming under the warmth
of another’s affections
Yet loss is embedded in veiny stems
Threaded with the truths of time,
all decompose in the end.
Even the purest and profoundest of love,
loses glimmers of shine over time.
But if you leave beauty
where Mother Nature planted it,
it’s spoils birth new life.
If cut down,
displayed in a vase,
it’s vibrancy slowly fades,
it’s purpose becomes a waste,
and it decays in vain.
Out of selfish gain
you cut her stem
and buried her roots
Careless lover,
you leave her thirsty
and malnourished
Petals of sorrow
fall as she wilts
Don’t you hear her tears?
Don’t you see her shaking in fear?
Neglect slices the vein and love bleeds out
You’re too late
Under self absorbed
and distracted eyes
the last petal falls,
She withered away
the evidence fallen flat
shriveled massacre of her soul scooped up in your hands
remnants of a love condemned
The broken glass and scattered petals,
tossed in fits of rage
won’t bring her back again
as the loneliness echos
through the empty space on the bed
The foliage of love assassinated by vanity
haunts you in your dreams
The beauty you emaciated
love you wasted
fights back
planting a seed
in the back of your mind
The truth digs its roots
with painful claws
Awoken by her phantom screams
feeling the invisible thorns tear at your flesh
a horror neither one of you will forget
You could’ve had the most fragrant of loves
Instead you live in a garden of ghosts
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