May 3, 2012
The perfect flower
Withers at the hand of my neglect
Time rearranges its beauty
Though my love remains intact
If I would only see
Glance its way
Realize the scorn
Prevent the decay
Bring life to we
But I’ll never learn
Simply lend it one breath
Until it dries and shrivels
To a silent death

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Padoodallee said...
Sept. 2, 2012 at 10:43 pm
eerily beautiful. Depressingly Enchanting
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