She sat on the steps, her heart melting into oblivion.1
Wittering, her petals flowing through the breeze.2
Happiness had consumed her.3
Ignorance was an utter bliss.4
She was a charmer, a beauty, an angel in his eyes and she knew it.5
She was falling in love, all the while she was falling out of love.6
It was inevitable for things to change.7
Respect, trust, worthiness, was in her nature.8
Whatever was once, was no longer.9
For once she was content.10
For once she felt she could truly blossom.11
He had changed her for the better.12
The other man had stunned her.13
What was once a furious, passionate, love affair was not nothing; just a blank canvas.14
She had bled, she had cried, she had pushed herself to her very limits.15
She had, had enough.16
She was ready, willing to move on.17
That meant the world to her.18
Now so did he.
Wittering, her petals flowing through the breeze.2
Happiness had consumed her.3
Ignorance was an utter bliss.4
She was a charmer, a beauty, an angel in his eyes and she knew it.5
She was falling in love, all the while she was falling out of love.6
It was inevitable for things to change.7
Respect, trust, worthiness, was in her nature.8
Whatever was once, was no longer.9
For once she was content.10
For once she felt she could truly blossom.11
He had changed her for the better.12
The other man had stunned her.13
What was once a furious, passionate, love affair was not nothing; just a blank canvas.14
She had bled, she had cried, she had pushed herself to her very limits.15
She had, had enough.16
She was ready, willing to move on.17
That meant the world to her.18
Now so did he.
Author notes
I think that only Two people would understand this..I mean people will, but I think Two people will know it is about them.
I have nothing to hide.
No shame and no regrets for the decisions I am willing to make.
Sometimes you just have to move on.
For when one door closes, another opens and for the life of me I know which door I am ready to open.
Honest opinions
Comments
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Yeah. I think this is a good poem--though it's the kind that doesn't rhyme, I've learned that poems don't need to rhyme at all. I think that this was really good and I'm sure the two people you're talking about know it's about them. At least, I hope they do.
I think the emotion in this is very visable and I will continue reading--as I have for a year--your poems and stories. I just don't comment on all of them.
Keep up the great work, Blair. -
So true
There are no flowers without rain and way to know up unless you have been down. We all move on from something and it is good to know that you see your movement as a positive thing.
well structured with a couple minor errors. worth a read for the inspiration.

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This is such a sweet poem with a lot of emotion and tons of imagery. You have a wonderful way of getting your point across.
Finally, a happy poem from Prodigious Mirth! Normally your poetry is so dark. It's nice to read something that seems written straight from the heart.
Whoever the guy is you're writing about, he must be one lucky dude!






