wilted

Published on 7 March 2024 at 21:45

A poem from a wilted heart. 

wilted

 

when i was a little rose 

i was born short and plump

destined to hurt 

not perfect enough to love

 

but still i took a chance

trusted a bit too openly 

gave away my imperfect petals 

until i couldn't recognize myself 

 

regretfully, i trusted the tulips 

the orchids and the hydrangeas too 

the wind whispered 

against my brittle stem

 

when nature turned against me

the sun overtook my battle

stuck in a never-ending drought

i wilted quickly

for a naked rose 

 

Latte Love,

Jill

 

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jill
10 months ago

i love this, it has such a great meaning and it is so special. i love your poems :)

fuzy wuzy
10 months ago

beautiful writing wow!

Pap
10 months ago

So Dark snap out of it