i once cherished to a flower with care,
Watching it bloom, its scent would suffuse the air.
But as time passed, i grew bored, weary,
And stopped your care, not fully there.
As the days went by, the scent waned,
Just like that, the flower was gone.
Now you yearn for the fragrance you once ignored,
And crave the care you let pass, forever more.
i got this idea from a tyler the creator song bros, i might make a new poem with the same theme, bye broskies.