She wilted like a withering rose
Underneath the burden of solitariness
Yet she succeeded in masking all the misery
Of lonesomeness, seclusion and forlorness
To the world, she was a sinewy being
But in reality, she was nothing more
Than a decrepit and anemic soul
With a doleful mind and a heart turning sore.
But he, looked beyond her flaws,
Beyond the dolor and despondency
He descried someone neoteric
Soon he realised that what he felt towards her was ardency.
He bloomed like a sunflower
She languished like a dying rose
But he didn't avow
He chose to ensconce.
Although she was irrepairably broken
He still tried to mend the pulverized mortal
But he was too late
For it was now turn for the last petal,
To fall.....
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The Bleeding Soul- Poetry
Poetry" The sweetest songs are those that tell us the saddest thoughts " WARNING: This book is filled with dark and depressing things. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
