|Posted on December 28, 2013 at 9:40 PM|
And my whole life has been like;
I am the flowers
The pretty flowers sitting in the vase,
Decorating the mahogany dining table;
Smelling of tropical plumeria petals.
Sucking up water while leisurely wilting.
And then presentable,
And then accordingly.
All my owners do is force feed me more water;
Gaze upon me with disgust as I,
But I cannot live without sunlight,
My petals are all set, all ready
And yet they go no where.
Sitting in this vase, I slowly decay.
Originally published by Dead Snakes on 12/28/13
Republished by Leaves of Ink on 02/28/14