Flowers Poem by Julian Takali
Flowers
Her hand grips the lighter
Mine holds a cigar
She is a blade
I but a scar
This all then means
For her I would
Burn and bleed
If I could
For pain unmasked
Is a better joy
Next to a laugh
Smeared by coy
As to truly love
Is not to steal
But much rather
Let the flower breath
All tulips,
All roses,
All violets,
Have not the scent of life
If you cut their soul with your knife
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