He called her his flower
Everyday he did so
Grabbing her hand
He took his flower
Everywhere
She was like a flower
That one
Light
Beautiful
Full of love
Power
In such a small being
She was different
Unique
They could talk
For h o u r s
Him and his flower
But in the end
She was more like a flower
Than he ever
could've guessed
Because flowers
We're always trodden on
And flowers
always died
