They say stones don’t cry,
Flowers in the spring,
May make them smile,
Forget who they are just for a while,
But the rain brings with it the promise of slime,
The familiar feeling of comfort,
The old routine,
The flower blooms, wilts and dies,
The obituary of their love,
Not worth a dime,
Who has ever heard,
A stone weep?
Weep for a flower,
Who loves him deep.
3 comments:
o wow! deep:)
i loved it:)
a melancholy of rhyming words. deep and intense:)
@Taruniam, thank you for stopping by! Stones & flowers, a very unlikely pair :)
@Rachit...Unrequited love is known to be intense :) thank you.
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