The first time I saw you
your beauty caught my eye
standing there so proudly
accented by the sky
Your look and your style
separated you from the rest
in the garden of life
you were simply the best
I walked over to you
and reached out with my hand
the softness of your petals
was really quite grand
Grasping your stem
my hands begin to bleed
overcome by desire
its your beauty that I need
Thorns cutting my flesh
deeply to the core
hypnotized by your aroma
I can only ask for more
I want to take you home
put you on a shelf
I would sit and admire you
and keep you to myself
In a short time
you begin to wither and die
I can not save you
no matter how I try
Your petals fall silently
landing on the floor
I'm lost without my flower
sad forever more
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
The first time I saw you
your beauty caught my eye
standing there so proudly
accented by the sky
Your look and your style
separated you from the rest
in the garden of life
you were simply the best
I walked over to you
and reached out with my hand
the softness of your petals
was really quite grand
Grasping your stem
my hands begin to bleed
overcome by desire
its your beauty that I need
Thorns cutting my flesh
deeply to the core
hypnotized by your aroma
I can only ask for more
I want to take you home
put you on a shelf
I would sit and admire you
and keep you to myself
In a short time
you begin to wither and die
I can not save you
no matter how I try
Your petals fall silently
landing on the floor
I'm lost without my flower
sad forever more
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