Flowers Poem by Ashlyn Brena

It began as simple as all showers do,
With a scent from flowers it was true.

Poring like rain from above,
that was my unstoppable love.

She always wore a smile
and was sad for a short while.

Now as she is getting older
everything is getting colder.

I used to bring her flowers
and we would flirt for hours.

Whenever I felt lonely and blue,
She was always lovely and true.

Age stole all the vibe and love we had,
Flowers fall and wilt as we remain sad.

Ashlyn Brena