Flowers

Flowers

A Poem by Madeleine Rose

There's a storm inside my head
Killing all the flowers
So I moved them to my chest
And now I can't even breath

There were seeds I wanted to plant
But I knew the soil wasn't fertile
So I let them die in my pocket

You handed me a flower
And trusted me with it
But now I'm afraid that it's gonna wither
And end up decomposing in the grass

I'm afraid you're gonna realize
That the most beautiful flowers have thorns
And the sweetest have the most bugs

The most gorgeousflowers take root in the mud
My roots are unclean and dirty
Yet what you see is sweet and pure

Soon I'll return to where I'm from
My petals will wither and die
My scent will go away
And not a single person will remember that sweet flower

© 2016 Madeleine Rose


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Added on June 8, 2016
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Madeleine Rose
Madeleine Rose

Somewhere, KY



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