Dear Tulip,
Today is maybe not your day...
Tomorrow might be to late
Yesterday is the day you wanted to last,
Memories flood and you still live in what you want to believe
Because no matter the truth
You'll always be alone in the darkness, in the cold, in the chaotic winds.
You'll grow up, through it all, getting the red pigment and the bell shape until you'll be in the mall. Because that's what your destination to be
The attraction for them all to see
YOU ARE READING
Floral Acquaintances
PoetryNature has valuable assets. Flowers being one of them. A Poetry collection of poems referring to humans as floral masterpieces.
