Flowers
Broken flowers
Slowly we pick them in the meadow
Slowly they start to disappear
As the fallen stars come crashing down
Creating mountains for us to clime
Flowers
Broken flowers
When will we stop the say the words
Do you love me? Do you love me not?
As we say sick so and stones may brake my bones
But words will never hurt me
To make it okay to hurt the broken butterfly
As we chase her in the field that once held the broken flowers
Creating teror as she wings flap faster than the humming bird
Flowers
Broken flowers
When will we learn that they were never ment to be picked in the first place
Flowers
Broken flowers
To you I am truly sorry.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers To The Stars
PoesíaGone Five... Five seconds is all it takes Four... Four seconds is all I have Three... Three seconds to say you love me Two.... Two seconds to say goodbye One.... One second before I WAS
