Giving You Grief
Grief is love's souvenir
it's our proof
that we once loved.
Grief is the receipt
we wave in the air
that says to the world:
"Look! Love was once mine.
i loved well.
Here is my proof
that i paid the price.'
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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