a blossoming flower will be picked the second it is spotted
the second it has risen, it will fall.
what was all the work for?
the beautiful sunny days,
the days wishing to be rained on
the circumstances were just so vain
a million options in the endless garden
a wide array of budding beauties
yet she was chosen, not even getting a second
to enjoy her newly opened petals
for the only reason she blossomed
was for the pleasure of others
taken she was, housed in a small but beautiful vase of ceramic
or shunned away in a corner,
who knows?
if she's being loved, her petals may take months to dry out
even then, it will be a slow, innocent fall,
meaning no harm, only not having enough time,
which never really was a crime
if she's shunned, thrown away, after just merely being shown off,
her petals may aswell be considered coal,
coal to burn and turn into ashes
would've all that work been for nothing,
but to turn into a meagre pile of dust,
of ashes?
just for once, she would rather just be used,
possibly even adored, if she was lucky enough,
then to be alone in bits, mere particles.
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Endless Whispers
Poetryoriginal poems, made by meeeee this book will very randomly be updated, just whenever i feel like it, i don't wanna go on a publishing rampage and just blurt out a dozen poems at once (¯▿¯) hell, it could even be updated once a year or something, ho...
