I only obtained two harsh-grating flowers
If only I could find some that weren't so sour
One that if I lose
it would not hurt
One that if I keep
they would not leave
The flower I want will want me back
It will always stay pure and will not crack
I won't be left crying whenever they vanish
Cause this flower will never punish
I won't be fooled into thinking a ripped flower is pure
because that happened once and now I'm sure
when I find it it will be nice
one that doesn't come with a price
The thing that I always forget
is that a flower can only be pure for so long
It eventually rottens and breaks
and it is something I can't embrace
A flower eventually dies
and nothing will change that
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
I only obtained two harsh-grating flowers
If only I could find some that weren't so sour
One that if I lose
it would not hurt
One that if I keep
they would not leave
The flower I want will want me back
It will always stay pure and will not crack
I won't be left crying whenever they vanish
Cause this flower will never punish
I won't be fooled into thinking a ripped flower is pure
because that happened once and now I'm sure
when I find it it will be nice
one that doesn't come with a price
The thing that I always forget
is that a flower can only be pure for so long
It eventually rottens and breaks
and it is something I can't embrace
A flower eventually dies
and nothing will change that
This is my first poem so don't judge
