Withering Love

by RetroRavey   Jul 22, 2007


A sweet scented flower,
a hope lifted from the petal.
A dream,
oh what a dream,
of things that never die...

She kissed my head
before she withered,
just like the roses
she loved so dear.
And this my passing
love and darling,
went from all our world
without any fear.

She found the door
into her heavens,
kissed the sky
like dreams of blue.
And came
into the darkest passage
of the rejection
she found from you.

Her flower withered
without any hope,
the hope that died
with the passing of my sweet,
my passion.
A hope that never existed,
for I love one who's
dead.

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  • 17 years ago

    by amandalynn

    Aww really sad poem. but really good. =]] 5/5

    amandaxx. rawr! =]]

  • 17 years ago

    by Neme juste un jouet

    Last i checked, Aymee has not passed. Unless I have read your words wrong, gods know I have many times before. I know not why I leave a message here... Oh well, its not as if it matters, perhaps I am merely returning the favor from the one you left me. And My eyes never atop with words... regardless of who has Scattered them there

  • 17 years ago

    by Chaosti Titian

    Beautiful poem... it speaks of great loss and is quite descriptive. I cant wait to read more...

    Chaotic

  • 17 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Awww good poem keep up the good work xxx

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