Some things never change,
The sun still sets every day.
But each flower is different,
Just like you and I.
Depending on something to stay alive,
Just like the flower depends on the sun.
They grow, change and make beautiful things.
We pick them only to throw them out when they die,
They are wilting because they no longer have their life source.
Once you take away the life source,
They no longer have any hope,
they loose everything they live for,
no longer beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
Through the storm
RandomPoems written by me, some may be emotional. I write these to express how I feel and hope readers can relate somehow. Warning: Contains references to self harm and suicide. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the photos used, credit to owners. I made my...
