Life is a movie; only the biggest, only the worst parts are remembered
A plot where eventually, the hero is a leaf in late fall

Falling, falling, falling, gone.

Life is a war, every battle is fought hard but not necessarily won
You either win your war or die trying- even when you think you’re done, BOOM- a shot, straight to your chest, and you’re

Falling, falling falling, gone.

Life is a miracle, every second a blessing, not as appreciated as many would like,
Dreams are wings that help us fly, but nightmare is the gravity that pulls us down,
Possessions give us importance and arrogance, but our emotions define us and give us the weight that only the people with ther special, true eyes can see
The ones that are our ground, the ones that are our sky, the ones that are our sun, the ones that are our love, and when they’re gone, we’re gone, too,
Falling, falling, falling, gone.

A diamond clear
An opal sparkly,
No jem is as bright as you, dear;
All the other ones back down in fear
Because you shine so darkly
But I don’t find you frightening
In fact, quite delighting
In your gorgeous quirks
I can’t help but to adhere
‘Cause your quirks, it works,
With my personality, no matter how queer.

Cut flowers are like a sunset,
Beautiful but soon fleeting,
Colourful but soon black as the leftover, forgotten ashes of a fireplace.

Cut flowers are as bound as the chains that bind the prisoners of this life,
Little place to move but with the false illusion of freedom and no way to end it,
Stuck in a clear prison with barely enough sustenance to survive until            the impending, inevitable dark.

Cut flowers are as free as they think they are,
Cut flowers are as free as the width of their imagination.
Cut flowers may be physically trapped and imprisoned as a prisoner of skin and bones, or stem and petals, but they can be free as a young girl running through a wondrous meadow on a bright sunny day,
If only they will choose to open their imaginations to the true freedom of their minds.