Age of death finally came
Claiming the one thing he can lend
In a land thought to be unknown
Little flower asking to be grown
"Enough is enough" he said
Second chances can't be begged
A song writtten to it's head
Waiting to be wrote but will die instead
Crying and shouting
A bee can be found lost by wings
Mesmerizing the thought
Same land as the flower, he was caught
"I heard the message my dearest soul"
Death said, being an ironic ghoul
The wings that led him to fly
Caused the pain that made him asked why?
He who had tried
To have the maiden's love
She who have been blind
Pain strucked, faster than one's sight
One deserved more
One should be punished
One who's willing to sacrifice
One who's blinded by pride
Both will own
Same world but in different kinds they are known
Related but not the same
Both aim something but only one should be blame
The day that death set
Destiny is what they get
Flower as the maiden who at first smelled like a rose
Who came out eventually with a heart of a stone
While the bee who can possibly have a strangled mind
But the truth is his heart's the one pure and kind
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
Age of death finally came
Claiming the one thing he can lend
In a land thought to be unknown
Little flower asking to be grown
"Enough is enough" he said
Second chances can't be begged
A song writtten to it's head
Waiting to be wrote but will die instead
Crying and shouting
A bee can be found lost by wings
Mesmerizing the thought
Same land as the flower, he was caught
"I heard the message my dearest soul"
Death said, being an ironic ghoul
The wings that led him to fly
Caused the pain that made him asked why?
He who had tried
To have the maiden's love
She who have been blind
Pain strucked, faster than one's sight
One deserved more
One should be punished
One who's willing to sacrifice
One who's blinded by pride
Both will own
Same world but in different kinds they are known
Related but not the same
Both aim something but only one should be blame
The day that death set
Destiny is what they get
Flower as the maiden who at first smelled like a rose
Who came out eventually with a heart of a stone
While the bee who can possibly have a strangled mind
But the truth is his heart's the one pure and kind
This poem is about betrayal and love. How people can be blinded by something that has lesser value than the one they have. How come they choose something worse when they could have something better.
