Sad, painful and perfect!- emilou
Oh yes, "the rose petals hurt now" When emptiness talks back it curses what wasn't done. But would you, could you have done anything any different to reach this point now? Darkness closes in now and the shadows of the trees in the night whisper the unforgotten into the deaf ears. The memory is sometimes like a sharp knife that cuts with precision. You must bleed in the end to be free of it. A poet friend...- Ron Poet
Oh yes, "the rose petals hurt now" When emptiness talks back it curses what wasn't done. But would you, could you have done anything any different to reach this point now? Darkness closes in now and the shadows of the trees in the night whisper the unforgotten into the deaf ears. The memory is sometimes like a sharp knife that cuts with precision. You must bleed in the end to be free of it. A poet friend...- Ron Poet
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