Every day seems to be valentine’s day
The stems cover the counter
Lies in the open
Each flower
Each petal
A different meaning
They never seem to die
Orange petals fall like the sunsets that you miss
Passion, desire, and fierce love dying with them
Turning black
A tragic death
A farewell
Each night I lay my head to rest upon my pillow
The bed empty next to me
Like the sunrise, they are alive again
Yellows and peaches
Pretending like you care with genuine sympathy for what you broke
Does that ring burn
Glowing hot like the porch light left on
Unsure why we can’t start over when they turn black
Your lies taken back
Ribbons and pretty vases holding every wilted second chance
About the Creator
Christina Oswald
Experiences in life have helped to mold the person that I am. Is she perfect, most definitely not. Both the good and the bad times have fuled my passions in life.
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