Blossoms

Oh, we are all born beautiful things

little blossoms

born flawless and perfect

the most extraordinary things, I swear,

with thousands of paths before us

and life grants us one

whether someone chooses it for us

or we throw ourselves down one.

 

We rush into growing

we head down our paths

but we forget what we were before

we were beautiful things

beautiful blossoms, born flawless and perfect

the most extraordinary things, I swear,

we lose our innocence, our beauty,

our perfection.

 

It seems as we rush

we lose things on our paths, we ruin ourselves, our potential

or someone else comes up and steals it,

we can never seem to stay the beautiful blossoms

that were once beautiful, flawless and oh-so perfect,

once the most extraordinary things, I swear,

we forget,

and we lose what we had.

 

Reviews

[Revenge<3'sMe]

Awesome!! I thought it was beautiful and true, we were born innocent. Very well a job we done!!!!!

[Cassandra D.]

I thought this was very wonderful.
Absolutely beautiful.
Thanks for sharing your poem.