Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
hiddenpoettPoems
when we are born we are pure unharmed untouched so innocent same as a flower as we grow older we begin to blossom our roots begin to grow we start to sprout we live a little as a beautiful innocent thing we stand tall we stand sprouted but someone always comes around and tears off our petals turning us to be not as beautiful as before on the outside but someone comes around also and carefully picks the flower and cherishes it even if it isn't as beautiful as it was before that person still sees the goodness in it its still a flower it used to be beautiful but it still stands strong we all die as a wilted flower not as pure not as innocent but still a beautiful flower
0
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Flower
when we are born we are pure unharmed untouched so innocent same as a flower as we grow older we begin to blossom our roots begin to grow we start to sprout we live a little as a beautiful innocent thing we stand tall we stand sprouted but someone always comes around and tears off our petals turning us to be not as beautiful as before on the outside but someone comes around also and carefully picks the flower and cherishes it even if it isn't as beautiful as it was before that person still sees the goodness in it its still a flower it used to be beautiful but it still stands strong we all die as a wilted flower not as pure not as innocent but still a beautiful flower
Written by
hiddenpoett
In My Room
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem