The flower,
You admired that flower for days
Those days turned into weeks
And one day
You just pick it up
Out of the ground
And took it home
Taking care of it
And after a few months,
You stared to forget to take care of it
And then you remembered and
Felt sorry and started to care again,
But you forgot again,
No surprise to the flower.
But you just let it die.
And you found another,
But it was prettier then the one before
And you swore that you wouldn't
Let this one die.
Like the other one did.
