Like the roses that blossomed in Spring,
And drained out of color,
Left on exposure of the scorching sun...
Burning inside as the colors fade away...
Gazing at the horizon,
And as the colors of the sunset start to surrender to darkness...
I feel empty,
Lost in my own world...
Wishing that spring didn't leave...
That you didn't leave me on my own,
Like any naked branch left by spring to face thunderstorms...
The demons inside started to break me down...
Knocking me out of breath,
And then I started thinking that that's what I deserve,
That the beautiful fragrance of the flowers and blossoms are not meant to root inside a human chest...
If she was able to root in the sun without a man cutting her out of her life,
Her fragrance is meant to fly high and free...
Not trapped in the dark source of harm, inside a human chest...
Then as the rain attempted to refill the plants with their life source,
I am here collapsed on the floor out of breath crying out my own life source...
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The Burning Embers
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