Miserable. The day is miserable.
Rain descends from the sky like bullets.
I am soaked to the bone, shivering.
I take cover in a quaint bookshop.
The clerk smiles gently at me,
How comfortable.
Might as well have a look around, hours to spare.
Worn edges, a loved book stares at me.
If only I was as loved as this.
Flower meanings.
A mundane title, with such an interesting text.
I concede, gently opening the page.
Baby's breath represents everlasting love.
Red roses represent passionate love.
Daffodils represent new beginnings.
That wouldn't make a very pretty bouquet.
Forget me not, a self explanatory bloom.
Purple hyacinths send my sorrow.
Willow blossoms represent my sadness.
What a beautiful bouquet.
As I take the book for purchase,
I realise I have chosen the flowers.
The flowers that truly develop emotion.
The emotions I feel.
A relationship full of passion like the rose.
Slowly dwindling until all I can see are forget me nots.
Please accept the bouquet that falls from my tongue.
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PoetryA lot of my friends write poetry to rant and release feelings. Imma try
