pressed flowers


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If only I could save a kiss
between the pages of a book...

A white flower for the first,
blush pink for the in-betweens,
and blood red for the last good-bye

Just to have something tangible-
physical to look back to

Instead, the traces are invisible
Bruises and scars hidden by a smile-
lips deny what have already been said

pressed, once, against a windowpane
to melt your frozen heart

Now, you're gone;
yesterday took you back

And, I am left
wishing for pressed flowers