your god-like perfection glowed;
conceiving my thoughts,
creating my emotions.
the daisies would sing
as the birds would sway
when I thought of you.
troubled whispers at war
with every thought of you.
they were planted,
branches so vastly,
spring was out of site.
the shade of mind was never quite like the light of darkest depression.
your reality, destroyed
but a few, fundamental
doubts.
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Bethany Louise Rose
2014/15
