Gentle, Beautiful and Hateful
Flowers are pretty
but they wither away quickly
to become nothing more but a stem of hatred,
its bare soulless self exposed
But even so I would give away
anything I can to become
a bitter flower for a day
And I know you'll watch
as the petals fall to the cold, dead ground
then collect the now fading flesh
that was once mine,
a lonely memento of the blossom
in that warm and gentle spring
that in your mind has never truly been
However, I cannot become a
dying flower,
so instead I'll stay and live forever
in this ugly, gruesome cocoon of existence
and I shall bare the poison of your thorns
in my blood, and hope I wither away like
the beautiful, hateful flower
that I would never
Be
Comments (4)
Hope your existence will be more fruitful and a joy to behold than a mere toxic thorn.
No one wants to be a flower. They can't have fun.
@ZSA_MD - Thank you for the comment and sorry I didn't respond quicker! :)