Once was a flower
in the garden,
blooming with pride
A man, a lover, came
and my beauty he admired
My smooth red petals caught his eyes
gently he picked me,
and mouthed a praise
"The most beautiful among all"
this was what he said.
He brought me into his mansion
with a garden full of weeds and stones
and he placed me in a vase
near an opened window with a dust-covered curtain
I saw, at the corner, a gray waste bin
Inside it is a rose, lifeless and pale
I wondered what happened
or what he did to her
Days afterward, and he just passed by me
I lost my confidence; he did change
my leaves started to slouch and dry
my petals slowly falling off and died.
His usual fervor admiration was gone
and noticed me once again,
yet for the last time
only to pick me up
and throw me into that gray waste bin
with that lifeless, pale rose I had seen.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
Once was a flower
in the garden,
blooming with pride
A man, a lover, came
and my beauty he admired
My smooth red petals caught his eyes
gently he picked me,
and mouthed a praise
"The most beautiful among all"
this was what he said.
He brought me into his mansion
with a garden full of weeds and stones
and he placed me in a vase
near an opened window with a dust-covered curtain
I saw, at the corner, a gray waste bin
Inside it is a rose, lifeless and pale
I wondered what happened
or what he did to her
Days afterward, and he just passed by me
I lost my confidence; he did change
my leaves started to slouch and dry
my petals slowly falling off and died.
His usual fervor admiration was gone
and noticed me once again,
yet for the last time
only to pick me up
and throw me into that gray waste bin
with that lifeless, pale rose I had seen.
