The Damsel and the Rose

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I picked the petals off the wilting rose- well… I tried to.

One petal dropped, the rest no more.


The vibrant colours are in too deep,


I think to keep.


With a smell so nostalgic, it sings to me.

I can’t let go,

It’s meant to be.


Her enchanting grace blooms soft kisses to my cheek.

My head falls low,

My eyes too weak.


My fingers caress her elegant touch.

Silk so softly,

Won’t lose the clutch.


Was once an ever-blossoming beauty,

Her wilted petals,

Are her everlasting glow.


Perhaps these wilting petals are there for a reason.

To explain something ever so peculiar to tell.

Yet I ponder to my young damsel soul,

If my wilted petals will ever so glow.

Will I admire my wilting petals as much as I admire the rose’s beauty?


If I will lose my youthful tone,

Won’t it be fair to love my femininity throne?


Through time I will wrinkle.

But nonetheless, I hear her say,

That my dear wilted petals will ever so twinkle.


Her resisting pulls on the petals I want,

Tell me that I,

Can’t force an unwritten fate.


“Live your life.

The petals may fall.

Yet fascinate the time,

Your everlasting all.


No, you won’t disappear.

You, young dear child, listen to me…

My petals,

Your aches,

I suffer too, little one…slowly withering away- my time has come.


But dear, I will tell you how rich and beautiful I feel deep inside.

It’s time that you see the light you carry within inside.”


And there,

Her last,











Elastic Heart- Part I

Guardain ANgel
Guardian Angel

She saw it today.

Watching him walking away with someone she never could have imagined with.


Heart tearing,

Knees sinking,

Head spinning,

Eyes weeping.


It never struck her how hard she was falling for someone until she was near the edge of losing herself;

Effortlessly hurting herself.


Alarms go off each time the memories flash behind her eyes.


Her tears blinding her view;

Only to find that they are to comfort her into a delicate cleanse.

Washing her face, memories hit back as her godmother nurtures her torn out damsel’s heart.


Obsessive thoughts intertwine into an everlasting headache.

Lying on the cold hard ground,

Her fragile body still as it forms an earthquake,

Trembling into one last sound.


She feels hands pulling her up,

Fluttering their wings above her,

Telling her to keep her head up,

Breathe- count one, two, four.


Their angelic embrace,

Wiping away her dropping tears,

Trying to hold her in place,

Her guardian angel rescuing her from her haunting fears.


Waking up from the illusion,

A spell so strong.

Infatuation confusion,

She doesn’t need no breakup song.


She is a heroine, a fighter and magical.

She uses her superpowers that can resurrect her heart from war.


Her heart doesn’t break, nor will it ever do so.

Through it may stretch, her heart will never fall apart- it’s shell and encase is elastic.

And it will conquer all stabs, to only find, her heart to form again… into one.


She won’t ever break, dear I say.

Bruises, scars are there for a reason.

Another battle today, another time to remind herself where her feet shall stand.


She has an elastic heart.

Everyone’s Beautiful Angel- The Shattering Truth

Angelic Light



She is told that she is a confident girl,

Yet they do not know the poison she mutters to herself in her late-night world.


Lying awake, bloodshot eyes;

All the smiles she fakes,

Feed deep into her sweet white lies.


“You are a very happy and outgoing person.”

If only they knew how she is when she is alone.

Tired of it all, taking in so much.


Everyone’s little angel.

How foolish to ever picture her broken wings;

So light, pure radiance.

Crushing inside, silent aches.

Seldom though, the truth is hidden.


“Oh, you are such an extrovert.”

Not one bit,

But she doesn’t argue- it’s better that way.


She wears her mask every day,

Til’ right cold at night,

Where she lay,

Trying to be alright.


Conversations she keeps,

On a constant replay,

Are so deep,

Her own minds betray.


She wakes to late-night nightmares,

Obliged to use different shades,

To conceal her tired eyes at dawn.


She smiles with all her heart,

To disguise the pain behind her eyes.


‘I want to make them see the potential they have,’

She reminds herself.

Holding herself once more in, before getting off her bed-

No one’s got a clue.


It can be frightening,

To enter her world.

To only find scars, bruises, and tales,

That don’t match her persona.


‘Well, diary, it was another successful day- I made a person’s day today. I look forward to it again tomorrow.’

She closes her diary- shuts the light,

Staring into the cold dark night.


No one knows,

It doesn’t worry her,

Not one bit,

So it goes.

Your Angelic Halo


i turned to see the Moon on my right,

and the Sun

on my left.

the further steps I took,
the closer things around me I noticed to your awe.

the tint on my nose, and frosty sting on my ears,

awoke me to my sense with every breath I inhaled and every mist I exhaled.

the more times the wind battled my slumber,
the further my dissociation relinquished.

both phases carried on their natural glow,
as I looked from east to west.

yet, I knew from before, both tales carry on infinitely,
even after their end.

alone in the twilight,
yet in your comfort’s embrace;
how with every stimulus I bet,
your only aura I can detect.


I Won’t Let You Down


today, you came up in the conversation.

a conversation so painful to flow. my throat gulped for pain provoked.

yet today, i combated the escape to go.

you shine in my heart, and it so should too, in the words i speak; bare with me.

your death, we do not part.

my loss, forever more.

our story will ever grow, in the heavens, our graves shall hold.

just not yet… i need to find my soul.