Gone are the ones who die
Deep down their bodies lay
I don't know where their souls lie
Or if they sleep at the end of the day
They disappear all of a sudden
Life sucked out of them
They leave earth with the soil untrodden
And perfume on their old shirts' hem
They were flowers blooming
Bringing petals to life
They spent the years grooming
Heedless of hours of strife
And then the lightning came
Striking the flower at the root
But it was not the lightning to blame
For challenging fate is moot
And so the flower fell
And along fell its petals
Shedding their beauty like a shell
Broken with razor-sharp metals
Those who die don't feel the pain
The ones who stay do
It's not the lightning but the rain
That streaks our heart with blue
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This is my first poem here on Wattpad, and I hope you like it.
I'm also writing a book, but let's keep that for later ;)
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Lynn xx
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