Withered
Lifeless and purple I sit
Pressed between the pages of my past
Crushed and bent
Bruised in places I cannot see
Broken in places I cannot feel
A silent emotion lies in my
Fragile folds
Almost lost, almost forgotten
Weightless, I lie
Confined to a rememberance
A shadowy wisp of a summer scent
Lying in the winter of my discontent
Lifeless and purple I sit
Pressed between the pages of my past
Crushed and bent
Bruised in places I cannot see
Broken in places I cannot feel
A silent emotion lies in my
Fragile folds
Almost lost, almost forgotten
Weightless, I lie
Confined to a rememberance
A shadowy wisp of a summer scent
Lying in the winter of my discontent
very poignant.
ReplyDeletealso, i love anything that has the words winter of my(our) discontent in it. :)
Thanks, love. I'm not surprised you picked out that line. :)
ReplyDeleteyou HAVE to watch 'reality bites' if you havent already. that was when i first fell in love with the line. i was too young and didnt understand it wholly but loved it. and now i know why. :)
ReplyDeleteI've watched bits and pieces of it...but I shall watch again...just for you! :D
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