She walks, a flower vase in arms
careful enough so it won't fall.
A drop of petal never harms,
long as the vase she holds is whole.
Each single step she takes ahead,
a petal from the flower falls.
But she thought to herself instead,
“This vase not falling is my all.”
She walks and walks and takes more steps
only to reach the hallway's end
She stood in place and slowly wept
left in her vase, a flower's stem.
Along the way she tried her best.
Alertness never left her mind.
But never did it come to test
whether the emptiness was fine.
6.10.18
Not loving will keep your heart from breaking, but it will for sure turn hollow– eventually
-Quen
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Shallow Depths
PoetryThe voices that have seemed so small and words we've always left alone are ones of which when we merge all will paint the scenes to eyes unknown. - ♪ - My first poetry collection in Wattpad. No specific themes and topics, all random. [Please read...
