Wilting

The flowers begin to wilt
The love starts to fade
Not enough warmth from the sun
Not much water left in the vase
No more fingers to point
Nothing left to have faith
Petals too heavy for the stem
No amount of care could save
Just flowers sitting in a vase
Like our love, wilting away…

The Poet Q

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