one year:
her heart's mended-
a flower on a stalk
petals uncurling, unfolding, being
the leaves tossed away
green and yellow, yellow and brown
the flowers blooms
then fades away
forgotten
the next:
her heart's broken-
there is no flower
just store-brought chocolate
that she herself eats
the heart-shaped candy
and the pink wrapping
lingers on her dresser
untouched
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I get the idea that you are expressing here... and as far a symbolism goes, it is worthwhile. This is just the wrong time of year for a person who doesn't really enjoy love poems to be using the random button.
~Das
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