Snaps of the Soul

Mehak

We sit around her, in a world of our own ;
She's young, just a sapling
And we nurture her with all that we have.

She slowly unfurls and brightens up,
Holding us captive to her moonlit branching,
She blooms to her full glory
In night's safe arms
As we sit there watching,
Afraid to breathe, lest she wilts.

Her warmth and fragrance envelops us,
And weaves a magical blanket
Of peace and joy;

Before anything could make sense, he disappears
And I find myself addicted and alone ; my senses, now lost.
And slowly but surely, she pulls me down with her.

The more addicted I become, the more she withers;
Her once cheerful petals, now a dull shade of grey;
Her once lively leaves, now burnt beyond recognition;
Her once firm roots, now shriveled beyond hope.

I thrash around, shout and cry, in withdrawal
To breathe her in, just once more.
But all that surrounds me is the cold stench of death,
Where our fragrance once used to be...

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Heyy guys, long time.
So, I've updated now and well it'd matter a lot if u guys could read, comment your suggestions and responses and vote.
Oh and btw, Mehak means fragrance[for those of you who don't know :)) ]

So yeah.  Adios amigos!

Regards,
Mejo