The flowers still hangA Poem by Maddie LeeOur 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..
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Added on December 12, 2016 Last Updated on December 12, 2016 Author
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