a little petal
wallowing in the rain
i take the river to the outskirts of town
where i met you
i am but a small thing
but you
you don't even compare to the sun
your warmth brings people in
and you take care of them
as i watch
i am but a petal in the waters
a decoration
a small detail in this piece of art
...
why is it that
i always take the river to see you?
i used to float aimlessly
wherever this stream would take me
it's where i would go
perhaps
it is because i await a time
where i meet you
alone
and maybe
the rain overshadows your glow
as i rip apart
from your tears
...
a small detail in your story
that is what i am now
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