Where shall they grow
People like you and me may never know
They sprout out of the ground
And just grow
I guess flowers are free
But they aren't like you and me
We live in a society that is shaped around freedom
But we never are truly free
Are we
Death is freedom
Maybe that's why you get so many flowers at your funeral
Because life made you unfree
But death made you free like the flower
Forever blowing in the wind
Always remembered
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PuisiI'm honestly just so sad right now that I think poetry will help All you people from school better not hate or I'll feed you tits to my cat This is all original btw
