A buried love that suddenly came alive by crawling out into forms of hallucinations, exploding like a bomb in the writer’s face. This is a sequel to Flying Thorns by Hena Anne13 a.k.a. Mary Samantha Byrd, which she continued to write about and make several parts of a rose as the titles, for the rose best describes how she felt towards the love that never died in her very heart in a span of six years.
Flying Petals
The night seems to glimmer with your smile
As I walked this path towards the past
The stories written from head to toe
Warmth that radiated from your touching gaze
Strange how I almost saw pity reflected there
I began throwing all cautions in the wind
Not caring about what people might think
I bathed myself in your bright light
Until this very day it seems to linger in me
Like a message passed between our fingers
I wish you can accept my apology
I’m very sorry I took you for granted
Not using empathy while I judged you
It made me see the petals you’ve left behind
I must try my best to gather each piece
To be able to build a growing bond again
Or perhaps to make things right somehow
One day I know I have to let these fly.
Written last July 31, 2012
By: Lime13
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