Like Laurel Leaves
Like Laurel Leaves
Love, like laurel leaves, folded and braided into a wreath—
So strained, yet still not forgotten.
Love, like a ribbon tying up a scroll of parchment—
So forced, yet hiding unspoken words.
Love, like the leaves of a tree during a storm—
So easy to let go, so easy to break, yet they keep holding on.
Love, like the scar on your wrist—
The blood dries, yet the wound stays.
Love, like a candle burning—
The flame dies as the wax lies crushed.
Love, like a crumpled up piece of paper—
Can be straightened back, but the crevasses remain.
Love, like a pencil—
That keeps growing shorter each time
We sharpen it.
Love, like glitter—
Can never be found, once scattered.