iii (dying love)
he loves me,
he loves me not.
loves me again,
but it gets lost.
what sweet love lingers
in the petals that i carry,
falling and wilting
slowly but surely
i wish i could convince him
to love me more —
alas, it is now up to chance
up to the petals that he now plucks
one after another
my heart stings more and more
he loves me, it mends;
he loves me not, it breaks.
all till the last petal remains
so delicately poised on its remaining bridge to love,
hanging on a chance
on a thought
on a moment of hope —
oh so sad,
how nothing cannot save this dying love.
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
iii (dying love)
he loves me,
he loves me not.
loves me again,
but it gets lost.
what sweet love lingers
in the petals that i carry,
falling and wilting
slowly but surely
i wish i could convince him
to love me more —
alas, it is now up to chance
up to the petals that he now plucks
one after another
my heart stings more and more
he loves me, it mends;
he loves me not, it breaks.
all till the last petal remains
so delicately poised on its remaining bridge to love,
hanging on a chance
on a thought
on a moment of hope —
oh so sad,
how nothing cannot save this dying love.
i've been so inactive oh lord, but here! the trilogy of the heartbreak chronicles is finally done. these were all inspired slowly by random thoughts of love and past experiences, and i'm glad it's finally done. enjoy!
