Plea

Feeling an affection from other people is a wonderful thing. But it's not when things get complicated and they kinda don't mean what they do to you at all. :)

How I love it when

you turn to me for solace.

How I love it when

You reach out and say

You miss me.

But dear friend, 

These butterflies are fatal

And roses have thorns.

Slowly,

Gently,

Excruciating

My broken bones.

Dear friend,

Will you stop

Killing me softly?

I can't die this way,

Their wings rather should.

Author's Note

I wrote this poem a few heartaches ago. Well, it's a great feeling somehow to have courage to finally publish this one. please feel free to comment. love lots! :)

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

Nicely written Thank you.....

[Emily]

I really like the meaning!
Great poem!!

[Apple Green Sprite]

Thank you Emily! :D

[Tks]

It is a brave thing to write about your heartache, and you summed up what could be expressed forever into the essence of heartache pain..I really liked the maturity of your author's note, in which you are not condescending towards yourself. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt piece with me :)

[Apple Green Sprite]

Experience is the best teacher, Tks. I'm also glad about everything that happened because pain makes people stronger. It makes you wanna sing like Britney (Stronger than yesterday) haha lol jk. Thank you for this... and for dropping by! :D

[Sandra Nair]

Good one! Keep writing. Practice makes perfect.

[Apple Green Sprite]

thanks for dropping by, Sandra! :)

[Lavender Soya]

Spectacular write my friend! More power to you.

[Apple Green Sprite]

thank you. :)