Good-nights are bad and forever be! For wishing someone a Good-night somewhat means end of the conversation for that day... And it sounds really really bad to me, when the person on the other end is longed to be talked to!
I plucked a
flower
And was
counting fine.
Petals were
eleven
But i stopped at nine!
When two were left
But i stopped at nine!
When two were left
I glued my
stare.
Petals on
the floor
Which once
were there?
I plucked one more
And only one
was left.
Seeing its
bareness
My heart and
soul wept.
What once
was a flower?
Is now
scattered.
But it was
very pretty
Does that matter?
These were
random
Moody
thoughts you see.
I never
pluck flowers
In them I
see me.
I told you goodnights
Are bad and will
forever be.
But wishing
you a wish
Is a wish,
and always be!
This is another well-written poem. I'm happy I found another inspiring poet. Well done!
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