Purple flowers in the ground
sitting lonely without a sound
hoping that you would see the love
that was sent from angels above
my heart was open and given to you
then you chose to rip it in two
the flowers are still in the ground
and now a sigh is my only sound
you say we are still friends and that you love me
but when your with him how can this be
I am the purple and not the green
the willow has chose blue, in his eyes she see`s
my heart beats on for new love I have found
as I now plant different flowers in the ground
1 comment:
I can see the hues of love in your poem. Nice poem. A pat on your back, Kingshuk.
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