Depression takes his flowers of decay
slowly running his fingers over the petals,
r-i-p-p-i-n-g them to delicate pieces
that merely fall to the ground and die.
As she sat there watching the petals
fall into a pile of crumpled dreams
she knew nothing would everbe the same.
But when winter begins to fall over her heart
she will recall the days when happiness
would always knock on her door
and she'll realize that maybe this
means nothing anymore.
Originally written on 02-19-03.
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Comments: 4
fall into a pile of crumpled dreams"
I love the image that these lines create. An excellent write. A 10 in my book.