A wilted flower

I'm a wilted flower.

Wilting away.

A broken dream.

The love was once warm.

But now it's cold and sharp as

the blade of a knife.

Bleeding from words sharp as a knife.

In stead of being fed by the

gentle mist of love.

 

Reviews

[Halkhend]

its a good read :)

[elfica]

this one is good...
I like it..

[Taylor H.]

I really liked this.