A flower gripped
Tight in my fist
Plucking the petals
One by one
He loves me…
Fluttering down
He loves me not…
Cluttering the ground
I pulled all the petals
Now wilted around my feet
The flower now bare
The petals don’t provide
The answers I seek
I didn’t take care
This longing for love
Never to become
Stripped and alone
Mirroring the stem
Forever undone
He loves me, he loves me not.
ReplyDeleteForgiveness is the perfume the flower casts back upon the foot that crushed it.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem.
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