I am the flower
Facing the sun every morning
Waiting for you, the bee I would like to see
In this sunny and happy day
From flower to flower
you came to me
Sipping my sweet nectar
Til the last drop
Now you're done
and you flew away
I never know
If a day would come
for you to come back and kiss me once more
YOU ARE READING
Unsaid
PoetryThis book is a compilation of random scribbles of thoughts left unsaid with the passing of time. There are some of us who are lost for words, haunted by the things we could've said to the people we lost, for the people who became part of our lives...
