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Teddy.15

Her Withering Petal

The spirit of cupid does stir
with both moon and sun, she sits so frail
her hope has worn down to her stem
she has no story left to tell

 

In her mind, love has lied
her Darling, nowhere to be found

her heart, a dark shadowed forest
haunted by aching images

 

Blue roses weeping
her exhausted thoughts.