Keeping a handful,
of hardy flowers
holding its worth, even without water
I slipped the white and multi-colored into a square cup
The windowsill becomes its home
before the rest go on to be her decor
The months go by, and all I can assume, the others were thrown out after they died
But mine,
mine
were just fine
resting in the cup, I find
The colors so beautiful and fine
Then there comes a time
Where I need to run and hide
I grab these flowers of mine
Take them with me so that they may not be ruined too in time
If the house I had was going to be burned up in no time
I took the flowers with me this time
I had this cup to hold them in
But now I have to keep them in my hands at all times
Or let them turn to ash in time
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 2:38 AM UTC
Keeping a handful,
of hardy flowers
holding its worth, even without water
I slipped the white and multi-colored into a square cup
The windowsill becomes its home
before the rest go on to be her decor
The months go by, and all I can assume, the others were thrown out after they died
But mine,
mine
were just fine
resting in the cup, I find
The colors so beautiful and fine
Then there comes a time
Where I need to run and hide
I grab these flowers of mine
Take them with me so that they may not be ruined too in time
If the house I had was going to be burned up in no time
I took the flowers with me this time
I had this cup to hold them in
But now I have to keep them in my hands at all times
Or let them turn to ash in time
Keeping them safe
In hopes of making it all year round
I will bring them there and back home
Another goal