i am a bouquet of flowers
so beautiful and fragile
and i have an expiration date
i see someone who's upset
and i hand them one flower
a piece of my soul
it cheers them up
but only until
that piece of me wilts away
i am a bouquet of flowers
but i give myself away
flower by flower
petal by petal
i am almost out of flowers
only a couple left
i savor as much of myself as i can
but i notice someone in a corner
crying their heart out
i hand them a flower
i only have one flower left
a singular rose
so precious
so beautiful
so fragile
too fragile
i am a wilted flower
something that was so beautiful and delicate
but wounded by the things around it
i am a wilted flower
i used to be so lively and loved
but now my petals are dry and rough
and my leaves are falling off
i am a wilted rose
but i am suddenly given a flower
a wonderful pansy
so new
so fresh
so beautiful
i look over to see
someone with many pansies
a bouquet
they are a bouquet of flowers
and they are willing to give me one
they are willing to lend me their flowers
they are willing to help
i am a wilted flower
but i can be renewed
restored
regrown
and im willing to learn
how to live again
like a beautiful bouquet of flowers
YOU ARE READING
cardinal.
Poetrypoetry written by me, toby. i write pretty frequently, posted or not. here's a shorter version of my story. still a bit long, but easy to read.
