Your heart is broken and they love you no longer.
The petals of a flower, floating away.
Each stealing a small piece of your soul.
Leaving this world, running away,
Hiding away in the shadows, of a nearby tree.
Drowning in the ponds waters,
It being too deep to swim.
You will be the death of me.
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Poems
PoesiaThese are only poems. Most are sad. Some aren't. I have been writing these for about a year. ENJOY.
