Whispers Of Night


The Birth Of A Flower - Poem by Whispers Of Night

If I had a petal for every time someone

pretended to love me, and lied to me

(your truth is always half lie)

I'd be swimming in an ocean of roses!

believe me when I tell you..

darling, love is nothing but scarcity!

except when 'I love you' becomes a drug.



In the end, every flower has its own story

alike love, it only grows for glory..

and without being sorry,

tries to write its own blazing destiny!

behind the ruins of nightfall,

defying the odds, those changing souls,

the burning candles of a new-found love!


Comments about The Birth Of A Flower by Whispers Of Night

  • Gold Star - 32,399 Points Gajanan Mishra (7/23/2013 4:08:00 AM)

    good write, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013


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