If our love
consisted simply of
brittle rose petals
You contained them completely
within the palm of your hand
lingering until
I was down on my knees
begging,
All I value
rests in your hands
please, for once, have clemency
Not only did your fist
disintegrate these petals to dust
but you disregarded the ashes
as if they never meant anything to you.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 6th, 2017 10:38
- Category: Love
- Views: 36
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Comments3
It is rare to find such an incredible description of broken love. You do have a very special way with words, Nicole.
Thank you Fred
That was painful. I've been in a similar situation and you expressed it very well. Thank you for sharing. You're very talented.
Thank you everyone
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