she was calm after
i tore her from her family
never did she whimper
as her life bled out from her
and as she slowly perished
the beauty shone in her purity
she still hung on for you
shame grazed me after
she looked at me and smiled
that night my flower passed away
in my cold hand trembling at
the sight of your invisibility
she was a symbol of all you
meant to me
Lovely poem, passionate and also sad. 🙂
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Thank you, i’m a late bloomer when it comes to processing broken hearts 🙂
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Poeta! Beautiful words in darkness, melancholic mourning of a tender soul! Thanks for sharing
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Thanks for reading!
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