I am a Bin
Left over,
Untouched.
Always stinking.
No one sees me with a smile
They show disgust towards me
And then
Stars started orbiting differently
Magic happens.
I am seen as a flower vase
A flower vase
Always enriched, with
different types of flowers
All appreciate my beauty
I am a cynosure
They come to me
Smell me
Absorb my fragrance
Refreshing themselves
It gives me immense pleasure
when I freshen them
But its not always the same
Sometimes they overlook me
Leaving me to stink in rotten flowers
The story repeats.
Yesterday, I was a bin
Today, I am a vase
And nothing much changed
So! I don't care anything anymore.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
I am a Bin
Left over,
Untouched.
Always stinking.
No one sees me with a smile
They show disgust towards me
And then
Stars started orbiting differently
Magic happens.
I am seen as a flower vase
A flower vase
Always enriched, with
different types of flowers
All appreciate my beauty
I am a cynosure
They come to me
Smell me
Absorb my fragrance
Refreshing themselves
It gives me immense pleasure
when I freshen them
But its not always the same
Sometimes they overlook me
Leaving me to stink in rotten flowers
The story repeats.
Yesterday, I was a bin
Today, I am a vase
And nothing much changed
So! I don't care anything anymore.
