#WritcoPoemPrompt70
You took my pulse without ever touching me,
Like honey and flowers, you were my bumble-bee,
You made my heart bloom then took away the pettles,
I gave you love and peace of mind,
You gave me kneedles for mending with twine,
My cloths are dirty for now I wear rags,
You casted me aside and took away my bags,
I've crawled on every concrete floor just to realize you matter not, to me no more.

© WinterAngel