flowers
The soil is so soft here, I think I'll make a home;
Stretch out my leaves and plant my roots and give the bees a place to roam.
I'll take a rest and poison air I'll ingest, breathing out the light;
The rain is never too heavy here and the sunshine never too bright.
Years - they pass - and here I stay, swaying in the breeze;
The sky above is a glorious view as I live among the trees.
But didn't you know, the further time goes, the more danger there is to bear?
They came in the night and burned out my flight, I wanted to fight...but didn't dare.
My colors still pretty but faded and weary, plucked right from the ground;
Crushed petals pressed between two pieces of plastic and some paper...
You wouldn't even know they killed me, I couldn't breathe a noise nor make a sound.
Sitting on the shelf of some gift shop, dried flowers at a reasonable price;
Fingers crossed a kind person will buy me, perhaps display me or just tuck me aside.
The next time you see me my reds will be pink, my blues barely leaving a trace;
My stem has been long gone but somehow I hang on, do I still have a beautiful face?
YOU ARE READING
your heart breaks forevermore
PoetryA combination of both free-verse poetry and story-telling, I hope you all enjoy this collection as much as I enjoyed writing it. Poetry has always been such a peaceful escape for me, whether it be based on something real or entirely plucked from the...
