Dying Love
It was planted and watered from infancy
It was so young and could not be left alone
We expected the best outcome
It was placed in a fragile jar outdoor
The sky was so cloudy
The sun stopped shinning
The rumbling of the thunder
made us to stop watering
The lightning was a sign that the rain was coming
The place was cold and we fell asleep
After the rain, the sun came so bright
The ray from above was so high
We were so deep in our separate dreams and it was left alone
We woke up and saw its head bend over
The body was so weak
We weren't looking for solutions, we shifted blames
The love was dying and we were arguing
The dying love said;
"My life and death lies in the hands of those that planted me"
It was so young and could not be left alone
We expected the best outcome
It was placed in a fragile jar outdoor
The sky was so cloudy
The sun stopped shinning
The rumbling of the thunder
made us to stop watering
The lightning was a sign that the rain was coming
The place was cold and we fell asleep
After the rain, the sun came so bright
The ray from above was so high
We were so deep in our separate dreams and it was left alone
We woke up and saw its head bend over
The body was so weak
We weren't looking for solutions, we shifted blames
The love was dying and we were arguing
The dying love said;
"My life and death lies in the hands of those that planted me"
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This poem is dedicated to Mostella Salome Bee