Let the petals drop
my life is in a rot
'cause all I want
is what I can't
have. How it burns
the torture of
not being able
to say what
is needed
to be said.
You'll slip through,
by pass me
and then you'll
look back and
I will be
there. A faint
memory of
what could, what
should have been.
Let the petals drop
the root is dead.
Please tell me what you think
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As the nurturing root whithers,
So too does the flower,
Leaving decaying remains to fuel
The blossoming of other petals.
Haven't seen anything from you for a while, but it was worth the wait.
Beautiful piece of writing, hun. Short and purposeful, with a deep well of emotion attached to every word. I hope to see more from you soon.



