A flower pot
Sitting on the window sill
It's wilting
Yet you still water it
It's petals are brown and wrinkled
Yet you want to keep going
It's dead
There's no point
So I take out my scissors
Snip snip snip
And down it falls
It's really dead now
There's no point
YOU ARE READING
I think I would like to say something
Poetryshe doesn't speak much, but she writes. she writes beautiful. she writes in roses and soap and lavender. she writes poetry.
