Withering FlowerA Poem by Matt MillsapsHere is the first true poem I have written. It tells a tale of life, through love's eyes.I What am I but a sorrowful grin Living life at last But what have I... A fish monger, a bird, or even a flower
My Heart yearns to stop As though my life is not cherished I am the unseen, the forgotten, the dead I am just a shadow in your eyes
II All dressed and pressed to impress no other With only a smile and a few odd flowers Without the crowd gathering ‘round My feet move forward, barely on the ground
With the sweet whisper in the air Emotions of love, fear, and anxiety come clear My body aches beneath you Waiting for the one and only, that one’s kiss to clutch
My breath catches, my tears fall Our shadows are one amongst them all I used to fear what others would say But no more, no more today
Now here I sit forty years later The voice of others are all but a whisper Through thick and thin we carried together And even though my one is gone, we shall always love forever
III What else is this love of mine For I am sure it is true Like a rolling hill or a winding river What else is this love of mine, but for you
As pleasant as nature and dark as death My love for you is a withering flower Only a heart beat and the warmth of your body... You offered me
What do I have to offer but my love Alone and swollen is my heart as it aches Your torture, your death What else is this love of mine, but a withering flower
© 2013 Matt MillsapsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMatt MillsapsMadisonville, TNAboutJust a guy who likes to play with nonsensical and mysteriously majestic words on a page. Some call it writing, others call it art. I simply refer to it as... expression. Which, if I may state, which I.. more..Writing
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