Like A Flower - Poem by Cabaline xxx
Like a Lonely Flower,
I'll stand and I will wait,
Seeing others getting picked,
does not bother me.
Because they are held by hands,
that are not as soft and caring
as your caressing touch.
Those flowers will wither,
but I will remain.
Until you will come, and pick me.
Then you will wither me,
you will kill me.
Will you be worth it?
Comments about Like A Flower by Cabaline xxx
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You