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When petals of a wilting rose are plucked
Do not be surprised when all that remains
Are thorns
underneath the gloomy morning dew
i would sit and dream of you
the bleeding hearts
would bloom and dance,
in remembrance of our wilting romance.
Anastasia May 16
even wilted roses have thorns
i've had this phrase in my head for a while now. i used it as a caption for one of my drawings, as i often do.
kat victoria Apr 8
you said the grass was greener
on the other side.
so you planted flowers
on my insides.
but when flowers aren’t watered,
they’re sure to die.
and they wilted before
you even tried.
Amanda Mar 27
This is not refusal of happiness
A desperate plea for attention
It is a manifest of emotion
Not some imaginary invention

There is a madness populating my head
Billions of shouting **** voices
Every one an echo of my own
Spelling my lack of choices

Lately hopeless feelings have grown
A desolate cold orchard
Blossomed a place I belong
I'm welcome but also tortured

I have laid down my roots in quicksand
I'll be withered by afternoon
A pile of wilted petals
Unless I am picked by someone soon
Written 2/16/12
Lynn Dec 2018
Hands covered in copper,
we kissed
down by the staircase
near period 5th.
You held my waist
all thoughts wilted away
hands covered in copper
we kissed the bad memories away.
i had my first kiss the other day
Kim Essary Jun 2018
Watching sadly as our once beautiful love dies slowly like the flower with it's petals so weak as they fall to the ground. Knowing within the depths of your heart you can't save it or bring it back to life. All that's left to do is pick up the petals like the pieces of your heart and and hope there's a live seed left to replant and grow again one day.
If you leave the petals to soak up the moisture on the ground it's surely to mold the seed, which makes it so much harder to grow another flower from a molded seed. My heart left open to be broken over and over gives it no time to heal, for if it should ever love again., It must get away from the person that's breaking it  before it to becomes the molded petal laying on the moistened ground left to mold away.
My heart is much like this moistened petal hoping to be salvaged to love again someday
Lily ale Jun 2018
I always wanted to be a writer.
I wanted to be able to take my thoughts and put them In words, take the Spirographs that are my thoughts and follow the constantly over lapping lines, but it’s so confusing
So messy.
You see I wanted to be a writer,
but every good writer has had a trauma, some sort of thing they went though, I thought I needed that to be a good writer,
In fact I wanted a darken past.
I wanted to be a wilted willow in sunflowers.
You see I asked for it.
You see I always wanted to be a writer,
I basically asked for it.
Enola Cabrera Dec 2017
All I wanted was a rose
A reason
why you loved me on every red petal
A strong
Green stem to show the strength of our bond

But in reality
The rose died
The petals wilted and faded
and the stem went hard...

Much like your love for me
aisha Dec 2017
she collects


life gave her;

wilted roses,

broken loves
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