Dying Flower

December 29, 2017

Do not condemn me

To the life of a flower

I'll think its a gift

I am beautiful, gentle

I smell soft and sweet

You'll gaze at me

Like i'm the most romantic thing

As if i mean so much more

Than what i am

Just a flower, a rose maybe

It's not important

What's important is that you tricked me

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.