The Flower.

The Flower.

A Poem by funeralmoon

as I lay in this grass

i feel the soft warm air wash over me

i feel as if i am nothing

but a flower being blown away

 

the faint smell of him like a flower, brings hope to my thoughts..

 

I wait for him patiently..

I stand stronger than ever before

As I lean over this cliff

I feel whole once more

 

but feelings are fleeting

 my love indecicive

my heart in shambles

and nothing left to give

 

for a wolf stole my heart

and he kept it in greed

i have no love to share

and not enough air to breathe

 

the smell of hope is sweet, but unatained..

 

I would lay in this

because wouldnt deal pain

i will suffer the consequence

but then you came

 

a lion to protect me

but i will not let you in

i cannot love you

cause its a game i do not win..

 

the flower blows in the wind.. and falls into loving hands.

 

empty i give nothing

and you give your heart

i need your care

but dont let me break you apart..

 

a friend of a lion

is what i intend to stay

but a cold hearted man

made me this way

 

please stay and endure

my everchanging self

ill open up my soul

cause i need your help

 

 

© 2009 funeralmoon


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F**k those guys babe. Beautiful work though. Lovely...quite lovey.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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funeralmoon
funeralmoon

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About
We can only erase words, but not our past. I am a minimalist, who loves writing, painting, and nature. I write what I feel because it is a good outlet to channel my emotions through. I feel like.. more..

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