I am a flower at the zenith of my sanity. Day by day, one petal wilts, falls and drops into the abyss that is my happiness, leaving me bare and insipid.
I am deemed worthless for there is no beauty left to patch up the emptiness underneath. I am caught up in a quandary of emotions- scattered all over like colourful leaves on a sombre Autumn day.
I am waiting; longing for the day when someone will finally take notice and pluck me out from my spot among the blades of grass, at last ending my misery.
I am a flower and all I ever wanted was to be watered. So when no one came, I watered myself. With my tears.
~Via
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PoetryYou ask people about love, They tell you about heartbreak. You ask people about smiles, But when aren't they fake? You ask people about sorrow, And their words could fill oceans. So if you want to hear mine, Here's my whirlwind of emotions. • •...
