Dying Dahlias
Shattered glass below my feet causing open wounds
Like the blood pumping blue through this aching heart
My mind has been twisted once again when I thought it was tamed
Love is not the word to describe the pain when love is lost
Fluttering wings of butterflies cause the stomach to excite the brain
Missing her was not what I signed up for with the pen of blue ink
I feel like love is just a golden thought in my dreams of destiny
No need to feel any more when my heart has turned to stone
With endless thoughts of what she's done these tears fall like rain
No longer dancing together hand in hand I am left to dance alone
Wishing this rain would wash away all the pain of losing her
I'm just reminded that dancing alone is what she enjoys the most
As I fight this pain of a broken heart I try to be her friend
For if I lose the one who made me dance like children drinking soda
If I lose the one who still controls my mind, heart, and soul
I'll be left crying alone laying in fields of dying dahlias
Copyright © Brian Stoaks | Year Posted 2016
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