Its flowers' petals are shaped like tiny hearts.
If each petal that fell was a tear I cried over you,
I'm afraid that the cherry blossom tree would be bear,
though it has thousands, possibly millions, of blossoms.
And there, under its ugly naked branches,
would lie an ocean bleeding pink teardrops
like my heart's crying and leaking out lost love.
Then, someday, all the painful petals will be swept away
by a strong wind that happened to blow my way.
Maybe at least one little petal might stay in my heart,
tucked away safely in the dark.
Still, after all that pain
that left me fragile and numb,
spring will come again,
and so will love.
posted by Imperfect Angell @ 8:24 PM
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