Petals race around the flowers
Gracefully falling,
With carefree powers
And loveless showers
Of nothing but grief and regret
Their scent, disgusting but rich,
With an awful sort of glitch
Of depression and dysfunction
Which is intoxicating in the worst kind of way
With the attention of many people,
They find a pleasure in it lethal
Claimed it to be evil
But still no one minds it,
Of its grief and regret
And still the flowers live on...
With poise and has pawns
Reinforced with indestructible bronze,
And is irresistible
Famous with the people,
And is a hidden danger
Highlighted with jaune
It can obtain any power,
Definitely not an actual flower
It can make you whimper and cower
In utter grief and regret
YOU ARE READING
Poems and stuff
PoetryThis book is to mainly express my feelings or whatever. I'm bored too.
