I met her at the edge of my day one
She is a combination of a flower and a pearl
An ubiquitous rose every fourteenth of February
And a gem enthralling everyone’s attention
At least that’s what I thought
Her once luminous radiance is now covered with grime
Slowly. . . trying to shine for others but still losing the light
she became a reflection of sunshine in eyes full of fears
A drop of her tears could drown you in a whirlwind of sorrow
I told her she’s as bright as the sun in summer
She said, only if winter can stay with summer
I said, stopped with the nonsense in your head
She responded, How can I when I’m dead as the
Memories of Titanic’s fame?
She was once a combination of a flower and a pearl.
Now, a wilt rose left dancing on a spider’s web
A pearl buried in treasure box dealing with
Life’s conundrum of grief and warmth
Of death and birth.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 5:02 AM UTC
I met her at the edge of my day one
She is a combination of a flower and a pearl
An ubiquitous rose every fourteenth of February
And a gem enthralling everyone’s attention
At least that’s what I thought
Her once luminous radiance is now covered with grime
Slowly. . . trying to shine for others but still losing the light
she became a reflection of sunshine in eyes full of fears
A drop of her tears could drown you in a whirlwind of sorrow
I told her she’s as bright as the sun in summer
She said, only if winter can stay with summer
I said, stopped with the nonsense in your head
She responded, How can I when I’m dead as the
Memories of Titanic’s fame?
She was once a combination of a flower and a pearl.
Now, a wilt rose left dancing on a spider’s web
A pearl buried in treasure box dealing with
Life’s conundrum of grief and warmth
Of death and birth.
To my friend who undergoes depression. I hope you see how enough you are.
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