You were like a flower
Colorful and vibrant
You flowed in the wind
And smelled of wild and love
You put all the other flowers to shame
And you loved the rain
The rain made you strong it made you grow and you danced as it poured
And one day, you fell for a weed you thought was a flower
He deceived you
So each day you continued to wish off his dandelion clocks
You heard whispers within the wind warning you what he could do,
That he was fatal
But you ignored them and continued swaying with your dandelion
You gave him all you had and it was never enough
You loved without love in return
And as the days went on you became shriveled and hard
You lost your color and no longer swayed in the wind
You smelled of rotting and death
You realized the whispers in the wind were true
So when it rained, you wept
You wept because you didn't want the other flowers to see you cry
You began whacking and pulling to get rid of your beloved dandelion,
Taking his trance over you away
But he was just to strong
After all,
He is a weed
And a weed never truly goes away
//f.s//
YOU ARE READING
What We Stay Alive For
Poetry"What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music."
