a story told by the sky...

I am the flower.

The youth of my beauty dazzle in the sky.

Sweet charming fragrance dances in the breeze.

I feel your touch on my soft fragile petals.

Ubiquitous colours absorbs such divine light.

The emptiness filled with euphoric delight.

I am the flower,

And was now named alive.

I made you my everything,

And everything; I bear you with fruits.

You plucked me out and brought me to a fairy tale,

In a flamboyant vase filled with precious water.

I was the only one floating in the crystal castle.

Your truly one and only, gullibly I thought.

Yet, I was blinded by your sunshine,

So much that I could not tell what's bright,

And what's not.

As the sun began to set,

I am still a flower.

However, a flower that was forgotten.

Forgotten by your ignorance.

Forgotten by my needs.

My colours began to fade into a darker sorrow,

That was the lack of your attention.

Dark fragile leaves began to crumple and hide themselves,

That was the lack of your care.

My sorrowful petals began to wither into the darkness,

That was the lack of your love.

As the last few rays of sunset pours the Earth,

I was getting old,

I was helplessly dying,

I was a flower, forgotten.

And as the new moon begin to rise,

I left a memory of a beautiful flower,

That was now named gone.

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Written by : Me

Poetry rocks! It helps me to clear shit out of my mind.

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♥NADIRAH
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