Symbolism
Symbolism
A wall was built to ensure my safety.
A bond was forged as an act of fate.
This wall has crumbled - it was a feeble symbol,
For a link now in shambles.
A flower grew as a gift from you.
A promise was made by two young fools.
This flower has withered - it was a sickly symbol,
For a love once pure, now unfiltered.
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T. Talbott
Writing has always been a way for me to release my emotions...As of right now, in this particularly rough moment in my life, it has greatly helped me maintain a stable and healthy mind.
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