Petals

The problem with looking at flowers is that the petals fall when no one is watching. Slowly they start to wilt in the absence of the eye, and their tears seep into the ground like yours did. Oxygen is limited and all the false romance is sucked out of each cell when the light fades. The moon starts to get indecisive and can't decide just what to wear like you did. The sea gets offended by this lack of control and rushes towards the shore in an angry daze like you did after visiting the garden that night. You sat there with your cigarettes too close to the paper and told me that we're all stuck in an ever changing world that can never make up its goddamned mind. I believed you.

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

zachn

For You?

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write