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Flowers prick me.. { Sonnet }
Some suffer from the thorns, others will cry,
But even flowers prick me—that's my fate.
How can I explain the pain I hold inside?
The burn of grief—it seems it won't abate.
No matter what I do, disaster's near,
My silence has a way of causing harm.
I want to speak, but words won't sound or clear
Each moment feels like setting off alarm.
Is this affection, or is it betrayal?
I cannot tell which way my heart should turn.
Life once had meaning, now it's lost and pale,
It slipped away, and for its return I yearn.
I try my best to find some peace, some rest,
But nothing helps—I’m left here empty handed
#writco
#stardustpen
@Shrutira
@areesha_
@QueenOfSparkles
@spring22
© It's Mihir's property
But even flowers prick me—that's my fate.
How can I explain the pain I hold inside?
The burn of grief—it seems it won't abate.
No matter what I do, disaster's near,
My silence has a way of causing harm.
I want to speak, but words won't sound or clear
Each moment feels like setting off alarm.
Is this affection, or is it betrayal?
I cannot tell which way my heart should turn.
Life once had meaning, now it's lost and pale,
It slipped away, and for its return I yearn.
I try my best to find some peace, some rest,
But nothing helps—I’m left here empty handed
#writco
#stardustpen
@Shrutira
@areesha_
@QueenOfSparkles
@spring22
© It's Mihir's property
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