Gentle and torn.
A insecure,
Miniscule, problem was born.
Through an organ-
Chiming a requiem for heart.
As she looked for answers...
Not one came easy
As she's had her guard down to take them.
As she's taken notes of everything
That had a one point
Healed her,
Wheeled her into motions
Of the deep abyss of love.
The tender emotion,
Stagnated ocean,
And a rush of breeze...
Made her lose her leaf.
The shine in her eyes
Was nothing more of a surprise
Of the hurt she's received...
Loving and not leaving,
Compared to such
Don't say too many things...
As she's been thinking about the lack of passion ignited towards
Her means....
So he realized the flower
He had been rolling on top of
Each time for play was molding,
Into a flattened beautiful color
Only strangers can now see
And talk about.
As the man who once held her
Begins to hold her in place
And telling her strange ways
Of how she made him feel instead...
Now that she is flattened...
And while nature is telling this young man to look at why
Her leaves are leaving at an alarming rate-
And he refuses to see that he was the one who snapped her branch
And rolled on top,
After declaring it
Such an extraordinary orchid.
And he eventually lose the fact
That with water she will grow
But notice usually don't come from flowers....
Until all the love is dead.
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