flower petals; long dead
scattered about my empty bed
they symbolize the wilted love
the shriveled heart
the plucked feelings
they lay as worthlessly
as she feels to him
nothing special to these petals
the sad pedicel
the crying pistil
why did your flowers die
as soon as they touched my hands
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC
flower petals; long dead
scattered about my empty bed
they symbolize the wilted love
the shriveled heart
the plucked feelings
they lay as worthlessly
as she feels to him
nothing special to these petals
the sad pedicel
the crying pistil
why did your flowers die
as soon as they touched my hands
the end of something that i'm so glad i'm not involved in anymore, written while i was still involved in it. date written: 2019/04/29
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