Sunday, 24 February 2008

•   Passion once known

  like the subtle water drops, to a pedal of rose.
  for i am a wilted petal, yet nobody knows.
  the beauty indeed, remains in the same.
  though i am alone, i no longer remain.

  i fell stray from the stem, the pedals, and dew.
  suffocation from air, from light, and from you.
  a dwindling rose with only one breath to breathe.
  a heart minus love is most certain to seethe.

  on the window sill crack, i there sit, i there lay.
  alone with my thoughts, and not much left to say.
  for all that i am, is no longer what were.
  i am no longer a rose, when i am without her.

  - Vince Lacsamana
  

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