Broken flower
Here is your flower, you only get one
You’ll come to see its precious by the time I am done
It is something many will try to take, but your grip you cannot break
You May sometimes want to give it away, but you mustn’t be temptations prey
...Soon you will see its worth
For it’s the most valuable thing you’ll have on earth
I know one day you WILL stumble
That is the day that flower will crumple
by now you should know you and the flower are intermixed
a bond that once broken can never be fixed
Its petals whisked away out of sight
The day you decided to no longer fight
This poem is about:
Me