a flower.
yes, that's how one should describe her.
she was a flower —
so brilliant and radiant,
so electrifying and mesmerizing.
he loved her contagious laughter,
sprouting happiness in him just by hearing it.
he loved her smile and her hugs,
for it bloomed on her face, warmth radiating.
he loved seeing the light hit her face,
soaking in the rays, and realizing
just how lucky he is to have her.
love.
yes, that's what everyone thought.
he loves her
and she loves him.
he loved all of her petals
and all of her leaves.
but then autumn came.
petals perished.
leaves crushed.
eyes red.
roots exposed.
everyone always forgets the roots.
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Silent Chaos
PoetryIt's too quiet. The loudest thing is your heart beating. You can feel your pulse throughout your whole body and it's overwhelming. You're breathing too loud in a place where life does not exist. The silence is invading into your mind, filling it wit...
