I've watered too many
rose bushes in my lifetime
and I am now collecting
dust on the same patch
of loam they grew in.
I've seen too many vases
break on the marble floor,
because the poor things
thought they'd be caught
once they fall.
I've felt too much
turbulence from thoughts
that my mind utters
when midnight beckons.
I don't believe that someone
out there is going to
save me from my own winter;
but if there is,
they won't stay;
Trust me,
They won't stay.
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Petals & Dust
PoezjaP E T A L S flaking away from my soul, waking me up to the truth. Soiling the ground beneath it; carcasses fragile and hollow. D U S T blown away by the winds, feathering out of sight; the crust, silently creeping away, crowning the sadness I utte...
