Have you?

Have you ever picked up a withered flower and wished with all your heart to witness it blooming again?

To once again be a silent spectator of its mesmerising youth?

Have you ever plodded down a busy road, bustling with nothing but unfounded nostalgia?

To relive it all again and see everything burning in your eyes?

Have you walked away from life through a closed door, only to be led back to your ownself?

Have you? I prod, rather intrusively.

Have you loved someone so much that all your senses slow slip away from grasp and you stand back, smiling widely at its departure.

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Do you fear your love too?

Dread the erratic rythmn of it’s melancholy flowing through your vile blood?

Do you also cower away from it’s wrath,

Because heartbreak is inevitable and you’d rather eye it’s disintegration in a dingey alley hidden from daylight than be rejected and strewn around like vintage confetti?

Do you fear your love too?

Dread it’s power to move oceans and brown eyes with frozen hearts?