i rip the petal
let it fall to the ground
"he loves me," i whisper
hoping for a sound
"he loves me not," i say
as that red color disappears
along with the wind
my sanity becomes sheer
i stared at the last petal
hope tying my throat with a knot
but i forget, my hope will never be enough
so i say again "he loves me not"
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Whispers
PoetryI scream but all you hear is whispers -- ι wrιтe тнe world ғroм мy eyeѕ. alwayѕ wrιттen, never ѕpoĸen. --- Winner of 'The Lavender Award' Best Cover! 1st Place in "The Bubble Tea Awards" in Poetry 1st Place in 'The Golden Awards' in Poetry 2nd Place...
