Flower Poem by robin machorro

Flower

Rating: 3.5


A flower you gave
on sunday morning
standing outside my door
with a smile in your eyes
and a twist in your smile
the belie on your face
was clear enough for the
blue lit sky to see
the love that grew from
you to me,
was strong and weak
the warmth from your hands
felt cold just like
the promises you speak
and the promises you speak
didn't last because its something
you couldn't keep
just like the flower you gave
it died on that day.

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