today i saw a thing, something that caught my eye i was shuffling down the sidewalk as c o n f u s e d as could be, when I saw a dull like flower just.. staring up at me. this flower had been abused, fooled by its own love it had been brutally stepped on and bruised from some careless person "above." and you may find this funny, but maybe you'll understand but i* *heardthat flower
when i speak its words, i speak them for a few some harmful things in life just don't make sense **and i can only hope this flower's story can help you.
:) Prompt: write a poem that is close to you about a flower that's been harmed.