clouded night #2
i no longer
feel the warmth
you once kissed
on my shoulder.
each morning
seems to be colder;
each eventide
i get weaker.
you no longer
excite these butterflies
in my beings;
they now found their demise.
you, who were once fond
of my paradise-like garden,
drowned me of your pouring rain
and left me in disdain.
i, who think of ever been loved
by your enticing eyes,
was never been appreciated—
for i was just this wildflower
who cannot bloom flagrance.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 1:01 PM UTC
clouded night #2
i no longer
feel the warmth
you once kissed
on my shoulder.
each morning
seems to be colder;
each eventide
i get weaker.
you no longer
excite these butterflies
in my beings;
they now found their demise.
you, who were once fond
of my paradise-like garden,
drowned me of your pouring rain
and left me in disdain.
i, who think of ever been loved
by your enticing eyes,
was never been appreciated—
for i was just this wildflower
who cannot bloom flagrance.
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