The Withering

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Unrequited love in the imagery of a flower to wonderful for its petals.

Submitted: January 05, 2017

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The Withering.

 

This love?

Like autumn leaves fall, I see us spiralling

Downwards.

Worms of silence that make us rot brown

Till it is too late

And we are no longer what we once thought.

Confined

To the prisons of ourselves forevermore.

 

Always knowing that it might not ever be.

The sting.

Tomorrow’s piercing pain of harsh fears and

Uncertainty.

Why do you torment these aching fingers,

Alluding touch?

Squirming for tenderness in the burrow,

Our blind love.

 

Lips bound by a kiss so far away that it’ll

Never be?

Yearning and trembling in solitude’s void,

Too many mantras

For all the incantations of our stirring hearts.

Might it ne’er be.

This flower too wonderful for its petals,

Withering.


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