I am nothing, but an opening bud
That was carefully placed within the hands of yours
Such a beautiful never-ending love
And my petals were blooming, filling all these wound holes
But it seems not to be a treasure to you at all
Sweet dopamine – the only thing you have ever truly needed
My roots are slowly decaying, having once bumped into your wall
All living beings are doomed to death without life-giving water
Find the courage to finally take a look
On this painful damage done by the ignorance of the heart
So I am nothing, but a wilted flower
That was placed with such a hope into your hands once
– just to hit the ground harder.
//26.11.2025
Story of fading
© Copyright: Василина Богатырева, 2025
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