Wilted Petals

Lovers walk pass by
With bloody red roses
Gently held on one hand
Their lover's hand on the other
While I have none

Lovers sit as I walk pass by
With bloody red wine
Swirling towards their lips
Their raucous laughter
Mocking my lone figure

Time pass by
With the bloody red sun
I, alone, with nothing holding my hand
For you are far away
Only mutter my love to the sky

I can only stand by
With my bloody red heart
Among wilted petals
And wait for the stars
To accompany me on this cold night.

poem by Shogunoka Ledesma III
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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