Do not compare me to a flower
Flowers are only sought after
For as long as they are fresh and pretty
They are remembered for only as long as the smell lingers
Then when the drought comes
They are disposed of as easily as the wind
As if they matter not even once
As if to the hand that crushed them,
They had never offered fragrance
I shall not let myself be likened
To such creatures with tragic fates
So do not compare me to a flower.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
Do not compare me to a flower
Flowers are only sought after
For as long as they are fresh and pretty
They are remembered for only as long as the smell lingers
Then when the drought comes
They are disposed of as easily as the wind
As if they matter not even once
As if to the hand that crushed them,
They had never offered fragrance
I shall not let myself be likened
To such creatures with tragic fates
So do not compare me to a flower.
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