If friends were flowers,
I'd have a bouquet,
Filled with many colors,
Yellow, Purple, Blue, Black, Green, and Grey,
Oh to have so many flowers is a dream,
With so many flowers, you'll never feel lonely,
With so many flowers, they'll never lose their smell,
But that just isn't true.
Some flowers prick you,
Some flowers never grow no matter how much you water them,
Some flowers lose their petals and nothing can bring them back,
Some flowers forget that they are flowers,
Or even forget you,
Sometimes, you want to smell a specific flower,
But that flower doesn't smell,
Sometimes, none of them do,
So I sit here wondering,
Why do I feel so lonely with so many flowers?
Why do I keep the ones who are only here to be watered?
Why don't I look for a different flower to smell when the first one doesn't?
So many flowers,
But I still can't shake this feeling,
So will I water my own roots?
If I tried, would I bloom?
Would I be able to smell for myself?
Perhaps I'll never know,
If friends were flowers.
