Deathbed

it's come to the point where even your venomous words have begun to sound like a beautiful prayer. its come to the point where going on for days without you provokes the silent dragon that sleeps within my heart. i had hoped that springs' cool winds would soothe the turmoil in my now burning heart. but then again, i had hoped so many things for this new year, but like a flower, separated from its roots, it wilted; bringing my dreams to its deathbed.