Petunia hovers on my lips

A crescent moon falls from my tongue, 

When your name slipped in my lump 

 Falling is arduous and fragile 

Daffodils dance at my funeral 

Funeral of charred pieces of love 

Love crust the hope and trust 

Breaking skeleton of futile truth 

Tulips whispers to willowing west wind 

Wind – barren golden leaves hush from sleep 

 Sanguine air mocks at the songs of romance; 

The Victorian era dusted its hands  for the – 

C_ H _ A_ U_ V_I_N_I_S_M 

Dichotomy of pristine souls now flutters its wings; 

Wings to the realm of monarchy of forbidden love 

Memories are the weapon to the armed heart 

Veins dabbed a meticulous amount of  dissonance 

Fragmented elements hum an elegy of dead love/ wasted pile of lies floated on lotus 

I'm seeping through the crevices of  love mania 

 I'm the autumn – phobia for the devastated leaves 

Falling is the anatomy of the vivid spectrum of emotions.