A ridiculed bud sought companionship,
were none lay.
with time slipped, minutes, hours into days,
With all these sorry couples lying proud,
lay the bud quiet,
crying loud.
Crying how it had come, the sunless ray.
the dreary existence
painted to stay.
And so the paint has seeped
following his tears,
the bud looked to bloom
but in this hope
he surely was doomed.