"Just Like Flowers"

She's beautiful,

She once was mine.

Incorrigible,

In love's confine.

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My words betray

My timeless fall.

Although cliché,

You were my all.

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I must admit,

It hurts me so—

My heart's remit:

I must let go.

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As if gilted,

Under bowers,

Your love wilted,

Just like flowers.

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Martyr's Wilting Petals — no. 6