The season of plum blossoms
Brings the scent of grief to the air
Silent voices crying out to the gentle rain
The white petals dance as they fall
Into another winter filled with burning cold
Into relationships being destroyed like petals
Crushed under the foot of a passing traveler
Moods are like these winter blossoms
Lasting only a short, painful season
They're changed by people you only meet once
But their words somehow last forever
In your eyes, tears bud and bloom like flowers
As their thorns scratch at your newly pained throat
Will there be a better day after all this pointless falling
Or are humans just destined to go through lives of unbelievable pain
Nobody knows the secrets to existence in this world
We just plod on repeatedly, reliving events of the past
And we never notice even if we crush our own flowers
Bring our own tears to our eyes; unwillingly
Our moods are like those plum blossoms
Lasting only for a season, changed by you
Crushed by you; they cannot be repaired
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~𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕪- my poems!~
Poésieempathy (noun)- the ability to understand and share the feelings of another. these are some of my poems! i'm so glad to share them with you! i hope you enjoy. warning- some of these are more rant/dark poems so do be aware of that before you read. th...
