Life passes - an endless bed of memories.
But why must I endure them all alone?
A lingering kindle flame, stubborn and wild,
reaches out for its savior,
yet slips, barely held.
Gently, I yearn for a touch -
to soothe the shivers echoing through the floor,
each tremble nourishing new heartbeats.
If life meant to crumble, piece by piece,
without softness -
it will forget
what strength ever truly meant.
A bouquet of flowers, dripping wet,
neglected,
spoken to with retort -
when all it ever wanted
was a little warmth
to stay alive just one second more.
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 3:08 AM UTC
Life passes - an endless bed of memories.
But why must I endure them all alone?
A lingering kindle flame, stubborn and wild,
reaches out for its savior,
yet slips, barely held.
Gently, I yearn for a touch -
to soothe the shivers echoing through the floor,
each tremble nourishing new heartbeats.
If life meant to crumble, piece by piece,
without softness -
it will forget
what strength ever truly meant.
A bouquet of flowers, dripping wet,
neglected,
spoken to with retort -
when all it ever wanted
was a little warmth
to stay alive just one second more.
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