Flowers

Gentle and torn.

A insecure,

Miniscule, problem was born.

Through an organ-

Chiming a requiem for heart.

As she looked for answers...

Not one came easy

As she's had her guard down to take them.

As she's taken notes of everything

That had a one point

Healed her,

Wheeled her into motions

Of the deep abyss of love.

The tender emotion,

Stagnated ocean,

And a rush of breeze...

Made her lose her leaf.

The shine in her eyes

Was nothing more of a surprise

Of the hurt she's received...

Loving and not leaving,

Compared to such

Don't say too many things...

As she's been thinking about the lack of passion ignited towards

Her means....

So he realized the flower

He had been rolling on top of

Each time for play was molding,

Into a flattened beautiful color

Only strangers can now see

And talk about.

As the man who once held her

Begins to hold her in place

And telling her strange ways

Of how she made him feel instead...

Now that she is flattened...

And while nature is telling this young man to look at why

Her leaves are leaving at an alarming rate-

And he refuses to see that he was the one who snapped her branch

And rolled on top,

After declaring it

Such an extraordinary orchid.

And he eventually lose the fact

That with water she will grow

But notice usually don't come from flowers....

Until all the love is dead.