Flower
Flower, flower
bloom and sway
may you rest where I lay,
six feet underneath,
catching breath is a feat.
Hiding beneath the surface
is where I like to be
because then nobody can see me.
Fighting for my breath,
hoping I don't catch a death.
I hope one day someone will see
underneath this unpleasant disguise
is someone worth the compromise.
This poem is about:
Me