Petals In The Grass

The Final Scene

Tender blush-rose lips
Whisper a sad story
Needing to be kissed
Goes unnoticed

Kind chestnut eyes
Filled with tears
Needing to be dried
Stare back in haunted torment

Delicate hands
Never being touched
Needing to be held
Go lonely

She turns away
In solitude
Needing an embrace
Forgetting goodbyes


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