I am a flower.
Once alive,
Now dying.
My petals are brown,
My leaves have fallen,
And no matter how much more water you add,
I will never be the same.
I cannot regrow the petals I allowed you to pick from my head,
I cannot magically reattach myself back to my roots in the ground,
I cannot forget what you gave me.
I cannot act as if nothing has happened,
Because things have happened,
You happened,
And I cannot ignore that,
No matter how much I wish I could.
I am a flower,
Rapidly
Leaving
And
Soon
Gone.
YOU ARE READING
My Story
PoetryBest read in the dark display setting:) My story as told through my own poetry. I do not write my poems for sympathy or attention. I write them for my savior above, to express myself, and to show people going through these emotions I've been through...
