Plucked PetalsA Poem by Drowning with StarsShe'd dropped the petals one by one, wishing in a hopeful plead.
As the last fell, she'd smiled at the beauty scattered at her feet. He loves me!
He'd kissed her in the dim light, and those three words she chose to believe. He loves me...
But now she lays as the petals on the floor. Just the same, they'd been used as what little they'd been wanted for, Then cast aside, still all too accurate to the metaphor. As the silent tears fall, in her mind lives only one terrible thought: He loves me not. © 2012 Drowning with StarsFeatured Review
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Added on February 11, 2012Last Updated on March 25, 2012 AuthorDrowning with StarsTXAboutWhat I love about poetry is that it's completely personal. Not only to the writer, but the same poem also means something a little different to every single reader, the same way a song is different to.. more..Writing
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