withered

How beautiful it is when the flowers bloom

and the rivers flow

and the birds sing

and the lovers stroll.

My lover, you are so

carefree, on the pavements I stroll,

until the ground cracks under my feet

and I fall down the rabbit hole.

      Down, down 

into the snake pits

Where the birds are hunted

and the river meets its end

and the flowers wilt in time for the snow.

My lover; the snow.

Hello there! i wrote this when i was in a relationship with a person who was able to make me feel so loved in one moment and so hated the next. A hot and cold relationship that caused great emotional turmoil. It is quite recently written and i look forward to your feedback or opinions :)

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