Love
A magic potion
A poison
What ever it's effect
I just want it to consume me
Come what may the result
Either I'm dying
Or
Flowers blooming on my heart.
And if the flowers bloom
We would be growing a garden
But
I forgot
The flower withers
The garden shivers
Then
The heart is on fire
mind a graveyard of left flowers
soul a burnt coal
But what hurts the most
Is to throw the burned remains
I once growed
In the love of flowers
I became the lover of thorns
Now
Nothing left
Nor the flowers
Nor the thorns
Only me
And my dried up soul.
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Drowning on Land
PoetryThe "Drowning on Land" is a collection of poems and quotes expressing little, but vital details we all learn while stepping in for various responsibilities. Its great in expanding the ideal beauty and vivid image of suffering, joy, yearning, courage...
