The Way It Ends


Puncture

Young and fresh, it unfurls like
a new leaf, pearlescent
in its innocence
reflected in our glossy faces

Soft as a petal
newly felt emotions
break apart
from the tightly coiled bud

Feelings bloom, a cloud of
perfumed passion weaves
a web of passion around us,
trapped willingly
in a beautiful bubble

Alas, reality punctures
our idyll, scattering
us to the world
in a million pieces
we will never pick up

So there, now, lies our love
ground into the dirt

It never ends
the way
it begins

© 2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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