A/N : A story of betrayal, narrateby a flower.
You were the mightiest of all the monarchs.
Your words far sweeter than even those of the larks!
You said I was the most beautiful of the flowers,
A darling bud, blooming in colours.
I gave you all my love and nectar,
Fed you over my own vigour.
But now that I'm not the prettiest anymore,
I see you found a new flower to adore.
My sweet nectar, now all dried and lax.
My petals once flushed, now all blue and saxe.
My beautiful fragrance, now all vapoured.
My skin once gleaming, is now old and withered.
For what did I make all these sacrifices?!
For whom did I break my dreams and promises?
For you, your wellness, and your hearth!
And now I'm dying, trying to forget this hurt.
But how shall I forget those beautiful wings?
How I thought they were of devotion, of all the things!
Swayed by your charm I surrendered,
To the hoax of a love, you rendered.
Even now that you stand before me,
Your eyes aren't loving, they're just guilty.
Guilty of the pain you caused.
Guilty of the trust you lost.
And guilt can't sustain a tie,
For it's no true love, but just a lie.
Like all the lies you fed me once
You saw I was no longer nuanced.
So shall I just break free of this branch and fall
Than seeing you every day and recall;
Or should I wait and become a fruit,
One forevermore out of your pursuit?!
One so sweet, sweeter than the forbidden one!
One so ethereal like the angel's hymn.
One untainted, unlike your regard!
One to be cherished and prized in Eden's yard.
~ Feronia Grey
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I'm thinking to write the meanings of the others as well. Btw, 'monarch' refers to the monarch butterfly ;)) ♥️
Love ♥️
Feronia♥️.
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