The Flower She Picked
As I lay there blossoming in the sun, amongst all my friends and family oh so eternally grateful we are, for all of its shine.
its hard not to adore the cool breeze that makes the leaves whistles and bells chime.
Everything could have just, frozen in time.
But there she was walking down the way, with the river bed on her left,
with pictures of folks like mine on her dress,
we couldn’t help but be impressed.
its truly a blessing you see? If only you could find the beauty
which is in everything and anything, even if it doesn’t look like you and me.
I feel the divinity in how I can see,
nothing is always as it may seem.
As she got closer there was also a sweet sound coming ,
I realized it was her, Humming
As she got near, uppity
as her body language seemed
there was a coldness in her eyes, stillness like a bee,
about sting its threat, in the event of its own demise. To our surprise
she reached down to me, plucked me,
away from my people and that too happily
she did so, cruelly
why u may ask, well that you wont believe
she looked deep in me and asked,
does he love me?
The next words that headed out of her mouth came with despair
she said these next four words with hurt in her heart, it seems that’s enough to blind these species of care,
cuz she did hear, the cry I let out when my first petal was torn and thrown,
to the air.
“He loves me not” is what she said next and then contradicting herself foolishly she repeats the opposite of that, with a hypocritical duality
as I watch my every piece, taken away from me,
what is this torment cuz just a moment ago I was in peace with purity
Now that my time is limited
because of what this chick did
shes determined to finish it
atleast now I know my story will be told, people will know how i felt,
next time u see a spoiled brat askin questions to a flower that cant talk back please help, and tell her to ask whoever, HERSELF!!!!!
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Jagandeep Judge
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