Oct 2017
he held the flower in his hands admired its beauty and scent
realizing it was the one for him he plucked it calling it his own
not knowing each petal combined made the beauty he admired
so he plucked one by one till there was nothing left for him
the beauty was no longer there in his eyes the once beautiful flower was no longer valued and thrown out while he admired another to his liking
realizing it was the one for him he plucked it calling it his own
not knowing each petal combined made the beauty he admired
so he plucked one by one till there was nothing left for him
the beauty was no longer there in his eyes the once beautiful flower was no longer valued and thrown out while he admired another to his liking
10/25/17
holding on to the flower so much it becomes bruised and wilted at the ends
plucking the petals leaving them to fall and rot on the floor tossing what remains as garbage repeating your ways on the next "beauty" you seek
holding on to the flower so much it becomes bruised and wilted at the ends
plucking the petals leaving them to fall and rot on the floor tossing what remains as garbage repeating your ways on the next "beauty" you seek
