when the pen was lifted the ink began to dry up ( poems and paintings in shambles ) #8

flowers are gone

Cries of hope
and scratches from memory,
now reincarnated in the heart.
Yes ... when I first admired
innocence and purity of a fragrance.

Two seasons I had with him in a bond of promise
love each other. Day and night I enjoy
along with the colors of the earth.
His distinctive smile is always garnished
my days become much more meaningful.
Oh ... how happy is this heart.

However, as time passes.
My love in the flower slowly faded.
All the shades and colors that I had once admired were instantaneously vanished.
Because of her. Yes ... because he has betrayed the promise
and loyalty that I've been packing neatly in my heart.
I do not understand. How easy he was to get away
after all this time I took care and guarded it wholeheartedly.

I can not bear the pain of this wound.
Until finally I resigned myself. And promise
to leave it. Because it is impossible,
I can not breathe again
aroma of flowers that no longer fragrant.
There's no way I can touch again
flower-filled stems.

maybe someday he will understand,
he will regret for his hurt that has hurt.
That too if he still has a conscience.
And, if only later
I rediscovered the fragrant flowers,
I hope the patterns and colors are much more meaningful.
and the fragrance is eternal in the heart