Wilting
A beautiful word with a tragic tale
It paints such a fatal scene
On the tip of your tongue
Every time its whispers escapes your lips reach
Like a blue orchid petal
Falling to its elegant doom
A piece of a sapphire whole
Once glowing with delirious charm
Now shriveled and grey
Every detail of its fall
Is traced by the sound of the word
Every motion of its tips
Every step of its tragic dance
Is woven within its syllables
Wilting
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
Wilting
A beautiful word with a tragic tale
It paints such a fatal scene
On the tip of your tongue
Every time its whispers escapes your lips reach
Like a blue orchid petal
Falling to its elegant doom
A piece of a sapphire whole
Once glowing with delirious charm
Now shriveled and grey
Every detail of its fall
Is traced by the sound of the word
Every motion of its tips
Every step of its tragic dance
Is woven within its syllables
Wilting
