Why is life so delicate?
It's like a flower,,
Blossoms n produces fruit,,
Only then,
To wither n die,,
but thr fruit then starts a new life,
And a cycle repeats itself,
Sometimes it takes dreams away,
And sometimes, some are achieved,,
Its cruel most times,
And gentle when need be,
Gives n takes away,
I do wonder,,
When i wither away,
On that unforseen day,
Will u shed a tear for me,
Or will your face remain dry,
Will it be for sadness,
Or perhaps for joy, coz i Blossomed to the fullest,
Will i be reborn as a fruit,?
Take on a new life,
A crisp fresh beginning,
I think not,
Life aint that easy,
I only will bloom once,
All these questions remain unanswered,
For my fate remains unwoven, hold fast,
Not even i, will forever last!