I used to think that all was sweet
Fair and kind, marching by beat...
I used to think that all was real
A one way journey past thee seal
A single kiss
I felt amiss
A single touch
I dreamt of much
A desserts flower rose by night
And lost its colors in your light.
At first in love it all but bloomed
Tained by madness, it was gloomed.
Desperation made it spread
'Till appart, the flower's dead.
Yet the petals flew by day
Learning how to go astray.
All alone, yet to unite,
Fear of you kept them aside.
Tried? They tried to meet again
But the flower died 'till then.
All alone and withered she
Kept believing in face thee.
But the face of petals gone
She was left to die alone
In a world of dessert sand
A long lost promise of a land...
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Petals of the Wind
PoesíaWe fear the unknown. We fear ourselves. We fear yet stil we touch, because as hard as we tell ourselves otherwise, we enjoy getting hurt in our own shards of the heart...
