- I walk down a path of flowers with an empty mind
- Alone with none at my side
- The chrysanthemums burn every step i take
- As i walk down the path of roses, those thorns poisoned with guilt prick my feet
- The pain grows more excruciating but it’s no comparison to anything like this
- When the begonias’ petals fell i should have known
- Their vibrant colors made such a grave warning so visible yet i ignored them
- Now cold blood has dripped all across the lilies before me
- ...
- life is trial and error; whether or not you water the flower too much or too little
- to whither is only natural, but to prosper for longer time is best
- a flower needs to be watched and taken care of or else it will die. and i let that happen
- i didn’t do enough to save my flower. and now my precious one has whithered away
- whatever goes on, it happens.
- remorse, guilt. whatever goes on.
- it happens
jul 6 2017 ∞
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