You used to have flowers
For words when you spoke.
Tiny petals of sweet smell
That patterned about
Within the air
And settled in my ears.
And they stayed this way for so long
Until something came
And all the flowers were gone.
The petals withered
And hardened like rock
And made me feel numb,
But pain
When they were stopped.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
You used to have flowers
For words when you spoke.
Tiny petals of sweet smell
That patterned about
Within the air
And settled in my ears.
And they stayed this way for so long
Until something came
And all the flowers were gone.
The petals withered
And hardened like rock
And made me feel numb,
But pain
When they were stopped.