wilted

wilted

A Poem by newyearnorma

the feel of your touch haunts me when you leave me

you are always going away,

leaving me cold without your warmth

 

I feel like a flower missing the sun

all of my color fades away from me

leaving me wilted and dying

 

 

© 2011 newyearnorma


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Added on December 11, 2011
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