Floral Lies

Each flower

I picked for you

I wished and wished

For your words to be true

But even the steams

Knew you told lies

Slowly, they shrunk

Without saying their goodbyes

Each flower I picked

Reminded me of your eyes

And the stems were as strong

As your permanent lies

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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