Gardenia
I am the heartthat broke,
the gardenia that withered
and died
on your window sill.
I prayed
for your love to come
to my aid,
to save me from death,
but I was wrong.
I flowered,
withered and died
in silence,
the agonizing scent
of regret on my final breath.
Poetry by Nathalia
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Written on 2023-01-19 at 07:14
Tags Love  Regret 
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