Humanity has flowered eyes
Some people have eyes like blushing blossoms;
Delicate and strong and fresh and new
and beautiful
but sometimes
The blooms begin to wilt
To waste away, starving and parched of their life
You can see the wrinkled leaves leaving marks
Under their tired eyes
And fallen petals running down their cheeks.
Sometimes the saddest thing to do is to see the
Decay
In the once-lush flowers hidden in eyes
That belong to
You
