Flowers seem to bloom ever so beautifully,
The colour stains to them like blood.
The water that filled their stalks gave them the most power weapon to live for,
Even if it were for a week, or even a month over time.
When the time came,
Slowly and peacefully the daisies petals shrivel and lose colour.
They fall...
Because he was her water that quenched her thirst,
And her sun that helped her grow.
He represented yellow.
Yellow represented many things love, the sun, happiness, and warmth.
But to her,
He was a daisy.
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 5:53 AM UTC
Flowers seem to bloom ever so beautifully,
The colour stains to them like blood.
The water that filled their stalks gave them the most power weapon to live for,
Even if it were for a week, or even a month over time.
When the time came,
Slowly and peacefully the daisies petals shrivel and lose colour.
They fall...
Because he was her water that quenched her thirst,
And her sun that helped her grow.
He represented yellow.
Yellow represented many things love, the sun, happiness, and warmth.
But to her,
He was a daisy.
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