Plant Food
The carnations are still blooming,
But the scent fades by the day.
The giver of such beauty
Intends, I think
To stay.
I struggle.
Breath trying to escape my worn out
lips.
Something coarsing through my veins
That is not blood.
A moment and it.. slips
away.
I cant remember you.
Cant see what your face once was.
I fight to go back,
Enjoy you in the past.
Something my mind lacks,
Nothing lasts.
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