The Last Flower
"He loves me, he loves me not."
Flowers are slowly fading.
Petals are being thrown.
I wasted lots of beautiful flowers.
I always get "He loves me not."
I didn't give up, never!
So I keep on picking the flowers.
I feel guilty of venting my frustration to them.
Why can't he love me?
Why do the flowers prove it?
Every last petal says he doesn't.
Here I am so determined to change it.
I look around hopelessly.
The garden is devoid of flowers.
The last flower just lost its life.
It tells me "He loves me not."
-Yuchae
November 3, 2016
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Poetically Expressed (2015-2016) - Poetry Book
PoésiePoems that I wrote in 2015-2016. Some of the poems aren't true and I didn't experience (Especially the romantic ones). Several of them are just the result of my wide imagination (This is what you get when you are a daydreamer and a nightthinker) and...
