Falling Petals

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Falling Petals

She loves me
She loves me not 
Love like a rose
Bright and true at the start
only to later wilt and fall away
a whisper in the breeze
sweet nothings
whispers in the dark
tears of joy and sadness shed
laughter and small smiles
soon grow to small frowns
tears hidden away
falling petals
there beauty lost
innocence goes with it
the harshness of the winter
clear to the brittle flower
She loves me
She loves me not 

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

OutcastAmber’s Poems (37)

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Falling Petals 0
Into the Dark 0
Daydream 1
I know Now 0
Brought back 0
CHosing who you are 0
Belive 1
Over 2
Tea Party Of the crazy 0
I was not Bore of this Day 1
Words Unwritten 2
Wonderland 2
Reach out 2
Locked up 2
Rembering 3
Pulling me Down 1
Shatter 3
Nightmares 3
Pyro 2
Monster 3
Play the game 1
Insanity 2
home 0
Dances with death. 0
For the Colors of the world. 0
The first cut. 1
Dance of the dead 0
Myself 1
Hugging the blade 3
Time can heal broken hearts 1
I want you. 0
Why? 0
My world 1
Sunrise on the Water 1
Memories Woven thin 1
Why would you? 1