The flower of creativity withers and dies
from the waters of society's lies.
The petals shrivel and dip
from parents backbreaking grip.
The leaves crack and crumble
from those trying to be humble.
The stem breaks and falls
trapped in the cage of these walls.
The flower of creativity is now a distant memory,
the soil now becomes empty.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
The flower of creativity withers and dies
from the waters of society's lies.
The petals shrivel and dip
from parents backbreaking grip.
The leaves crack and crumble
from those trying to be humble.
The stem breaks and falls
trapped in the cage of these walls.
The flower of creativity is now a distant memory,
the soil now becomes empty.
