Rachels Poetry
Wilting
Guilt ridden angst,
The flower slowly wilting.
Dying gradually with every word,
Inflicting pain as you make your way,
Into my heart.
But one can tell its all a plot,
To get me in your world,
Only to discard me when the season is done.
my tears fall like snowflakes from a cloud,
To only melt away, forgotten when your sun shines through.
Its not enough for you, you have to see my breakdown,
The last petal falling to the ground,
You may smile of my defeat,
But I'm not gone yet-
My seeds of yesterday have yet begun to grow......
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