The flowers still hang

The flowers still hang

A Poem by Maddie Lee

Our love was bundled roses in my cleansed grip
with thorns that over grew our innocence.
You held me together the red ribbon tie
similar to our shadows that danced to old time melodies.
I find myself throwing glass vases at your colored silhouettes.
Our love wasn't little toy guns.
You tried to kill me but you forgot the bullets.
So now I lay with your shell less gun
In hopes of what could of been,
But I lay with more pain then that of a bullet
like my dead petals so brittle that hang
forgotten on my wall.
Our entwined hands broke away like wilted stems 
as we said I love you one too many times..

© 2016 Maddie Lee


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Added on December 12, 2016
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A Poem by Maddie Lee