Dandelion dust spreads through the air
Carried away by the soft breeze of spring.

Thousands of dreams whispering your name
you never thought you could be in so much pain.

Mirrors break and promises were made
hold me close or I'll be faded into the darkness of loneliness.

Oh, what are the monsters inside me odious

Can I wonder will they ever go away?
Will the whispers disappear?
Will you hold me close?

Or will you let me crumble like a dying rose

I promised you a new poem i hope you liked the first one. This one I tried to make more mature and i feel this is a very personal one. I hope you'll like it.

Dying rose written by noor, kingofmyheart_noor