One by one the petals drop
Evergrowing dreams eroded by misfortune
Fatal coincidences entagled with fate
How easily do my roots shrivel
Misinterpretation gets the best of my kindness
I feed the bees and the butterflies with every drop
Prumptive strikes empty me relentlessly
But so do bodies of rain, drowning my thirst
Angrily questioning, IS THIS ENOUGH?
Your expectations are too tightly bound
Your glass is never full, but neither is it there for you to drink it
Undeniable hunger, hunger for fulfillment
An evergrowing ache of desire fuels your endeavours
You my flower, have no possible distinction between helpful and selfish
Yet you always label yourself the later
Must you be so cruel?
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Natasha Burton
I’ve always had a passion for poetry, internal monologues and short stories! I hope you all enjoy what I produce, feedback is greatly appreciated :)
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