I remember the wilting flowers and
How they lost their color
The roots were cut
But still
They remained in water, begging for what's left of their life.
I remember when the water evaporated
And the flowers died.
They were thrown out
And turned to dirt for more
To grow.
And this time
No one plucked the flower,
It was too strong
Stubborn
And because of this
It was beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Thoughts
Poesiawoo. So this is personal, the first few chapters are really sad but I'm working on changing that sooo :)
