Blossoming Flower Poem by Jenny Neri

Feels like I'm a flower
When I was blossoming
You plucked me
Kept me with all your warmness
Gave me the endearment I deserve
Time flies, it begans to withered
Now the flower is abandon
As the attachment was bygone
Just like the warmness turn into coldness
Endearment turn into resentment
The blossoming flower no longer blossoms
love vanish into the thin air
And in the edge
the flower perished alone.
- jenny