You are a flower
A flower I once knew
A flower that bloomed, that dried too soon.
A beautiful blossom, your petals reflected the sun.
The grace of the flower field, they never picked you, you were to precious to be in a vase.
Now a vase holds your dry, crumbled remains.
The petals that did once glow now nothing but a pile of dust.
Once upon a time the flower was lust, now it is gone, and so we mourned.
The flower that once bloomed, beauty reflected in the light.
For everyone thought, "What a sight!"
A flower I could see at night,
One night however this flower I didn't visit.
The next day twas gone, as if it never existed.
The flower that bloomed, but died too soon.
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
ŞiirLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.
