A/N: I'm almost done with the next chapter of PATF, and I should be working on it right now, but I am currently incapable of doing so. Why? Because I have started watching Downton Abbey Season 4, and I don't want to spoil anything for those of you who haven't, so lets just say I can think of Anna and Bates and nothing else. This poem was brought on by events in Season 4, but is inspired by their relationship as a whole. Please review and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: If I owned Downton Abbey I would not have the guts to make what occurred in S4 happen. Fellowes is one tough guy.
Withering
Our flowers have long since
Wilted away
But we still keep them by the window
Propped up in a vase
As we watch the petals collapse into themselves
One by one
Surrendering quietly
Rejecting the sun
But to me they are as lovely as they once were
When they grew with their roots
Grounded deep inside the earth
It's just that they have grown old
And their colors not quite as bold
But we stand side by side
Even as they die
For we are still alive
Despite it all
And we get to our feet
Gingerly
Every time we fall
You tell me that you love me
And that everything's okay
And a million other things
You can't help but say
Truth
Intertwined with lies
Just as are hands are
In bed each night
As our voices grow louder
As if they can ward away the fright
And build a castle to keep us safe
Use my arms instead
As your hiding place
And I'll make a safe haven
In the forest of your hair
Though I can't promise that I'll always be there
Yes there will come days
When I must slip away
You can leave too if you want
And find someone
Who gives you all the things that I lack
But I know that you'll stay
And smile every day
And water our
Withered flowers
Until I come back