Break my stem, pluck my flowers
Cut my thorns, rip my roots
Kill my beauty
After all, I am powerless
Dig me up, sell my petals
Put me in a vase and use me as a gift
Leave me to wilt
I will die, I am not metal
Death will come, out I will be
Thrown in the trash, forgotten
Do not fret
It was expected, destiny awaited me
I am not afraid, in fact I am grateful
Hate and pollution everywhere I look
I am free now
Just let me be
But be reminded, you have consequences
Mother nature knows not forgiveness
So when your kind has rid all beauty
You will finally remember what you have lost
Some will cry, other be outraged
With no right to judge, passing the blame
But everyone has wrongdoings
Do not be dismayed
But once it had been done, these no going back
Learn your lesson, take the example
And stop
Fix your world before its too late
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Horrible poetry courtesy of Fernanda.
Seriously, though. Stop killing plants just for decoration. At least by a fake one, it lasts longer.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Rose
PoetryIf I could speak to a rose, there would be a few things I would say. For I picture some of the people in my life as roses, and roses as some of those people. This is what I wish I could say.
