Tuesday, July 10, 2007

a flower is good for nothing

A flower is nice
In the past, it was
True, to the end
Loyal it was

A heart to learn to love
A joy when in pain
The imaginary person you talk to
When you were in vain

But the truth is
That a flower is good for nothing
Let it rot

No friends to be there for you
No loved ones to say to you
That - with them - you would never get lost

A flower is traitor
When it promises life
The lie it says
To keep whatever it is alive

But at the end
It withers away
And like the world we live in
Slowly fades away