Wondering

the most beautiful flowers

Flowers;

you made flowers grow,
on the dead surface of my skin.

They were spreading,
like your fingers on my hips.

Spreading love.

They were growing,
like the feelings in my heart.

But when they were the most beautiful;
you picked every single one of them.

And it hurt as you walked away,
cause I knew,
I wouldn't see flowers as beautiful as this,
in my lifetime anymore.

They were gone.
You were gone.