Hold your applause for society has no laws,
Even the prettiest flowers have flaws.
Some displayed beautifully while others painted into its inner walls,
sometimes it's our secrets that truly define us all.
Planted, deeply rooted to home.
Absolutely no where else to go.
Even the prettiest flowers wither,
even the nicest petals rot,
even the firmest stems bend,
and the sweetest scents fade.
We are not immune to destruction.
Some flowers aren't made to function.
Red, Yellow, Pink, Purple, Blue.
Each flower brings something new.
Each flower grown to perfection, and picked
before the freeze. Some left and some taken
by the breeze.
You are as beautiful as your favorite flower,
and I choose you.
About the Creator
Michele Hastings
I never created this to make money, just to write like I do everyday and hope that someone enjoys it!
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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