The Flower

Lonely the flower lied by the beach Counting the bees that ate her each Alone, she cried though alive, she died Hoping to see a soul she finds Takes her home, loves her blind Fades the hurt the bees remind Her colors bright, a god's gift Scent sinks with every sniff Petals soft as a quill could be Her poor fate, she's found by me The one she thought was a mild rain Wrong she was, invited pain The flower though did never knew The love she needs, he wouldn't give He cared the flower to his hearts best But god had wished her something else He gave the story a little twist Her beauty made him feel selfish Greed overtook love in a swish He wished to trap the color and scent Stupid he was, he made a chest He locked to keep her from the rest She cried to make a lonely wish A wish to swish past, on the beach To never be mine, out of my reach For bees cant eat her soul, she felt She wept, kept quiet, her last hope melt Next day, petals shed, the chest had bled He opens, she's dead, the calyx remained..