The flower that bloomed at the edge of the garden
was the most stunning of them all.
Her perfect petals caressed by the sun
reached toward her love.
They turned to blades when he wronged her.
When she started to wilt.
But water brought her back.
Someone new to keep her intact.
He filled her with lasting life.
But he couldn't hold back the strife.
And soon he began to drown her.
Her breathes became precious.
The gardener saved the flower.
Gave her just enough sunlight,
just enough water,
And even kept the bugs off her.
He saved her from the problems she didn't know she had.
He let her fulfill her short time.
And when she died she knew she had truly loved her life.
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A Dash of Lemon
PoesíaThis is a bunch of random poetry I wrote. Key word being random. Some of it kind of has a story continuing from my other poetry book, (Backwards Lemons) but it's not super important. Some of it's insane, some of it's random, some of it's crazy, and...
