Of Lost Love and Poetry

heartaches + words

Love Discarded

frail are the hands that cradle
dying bloom withered, past its prime
skin no longer velvet to the touch
pale its hues devoid of vividness
stripped of its beauty forlorn
no more intimate caresses in the morn
love bloomed fades into nothingness
while decay creeps unnoticed
robbing life from once pretty blossom
just like entrusted love discarded

-Little Ink Elf 061614-

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