Glowing like the sun
Sitting in the rain
With thorns that sting
Scents of candy
Colors of the rainbow
Air in
Air out
Alive
Pulled out of the ground
Killed
Beauty
Used for your own use
Dieing on the inside and out
Trying
But nothing works
Still dying
Still trying
Nothing
Nothing at all
Withering
More and more
Still beautiful
On the outside…
But inside
Its dead
It has given up
Hopes are gone
You throw it away
It's useless
Only used for its beauty
You killed it
But you don't care
And you won't
You go and find a new flower
The cycle
It starts again…
