when I was younger
my mother
would put flowers from our yard
into a little blue vase
and leave them on my dresser
they smelled sweet like honey
so beautiful
with their under-saturated petals
I would leave them there for a little while
I watered them
and yet they would always die
I cared for them
but they had already lost their life
long before they turned brown
and dry
I just couldn't see it until now
they put on a show
stayed pretty
stayed sweet like honey
but they couldn't stay perfect forever
once their life had been torn away
lilacs and lilies won't always stay pretty
so I use fake flowers now
they may not smell of honey
but they will always be
as they always were
so beautiful
YOU ARE READING
A Fraction of My Thoughts
PoesíaI write poems sometimes and I want an outlet to share them to. I hope somebody can relate to them and feel understood when they read them. btw none of them go together, it is all just random stuff that I have written when I need to rant. Enjoy!
