The flowers I've seen are just so cold, but they learn with time as they grow old
It seems to be pretty, seems to be bold
But it is broken inside, it has secretes untold.
They admire its petal
Love the beautiful appearance
No one looks into it's heart begging to be heard once.
They use it to show affection
To show their love
But they can't see the tears
They think its a bluff.
It was once a bright red flower
But now its just dark and dead.
Its petal wilted
Its delicacy, not delicate anymore.
They noticed the dullness, the beautiful scent not reaching their noses.
Without asking the reason, they walked away for their happiness, to some other field of roses.
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Starry Nights
PoetryHeya Guys. This is my first time ever of uploading anything, anywhere. This book is just a book of my thoughts which are just written in a poetic way. I hope you'll have fun reading 'em. Enjoy. Good Day :')
