Cut FlowerA Poem by misguidedpoetI wrote this after a short fling with a beautiful yet vapid person- they bought me tulips&I saw the similarity between our fling and the flowers which never had a chance to properly live&take root...you and were a cut flower a bright red tulip, brimming with passion a tiny red ruby on a white fur a pulse of life in a cadaver at first, the green bud seems promising soon to burst with life and beauty an exciting sentiment soon to be expressed, the promise of a sweet first kiss the flower opens, beautiful as promised perfect, symmetrical, ideal a hollywood dream, scented and sensual but in time it opens too wide, gaping the sex organs grotesquely displayed the petals weakening at the edges our passion leaks we are short-lived; transient although we deny it we know that the petals are withering soon to fall as the first petal falls we cling to hope, to each other we are young, full of passion! our young love is surely not fading so soon? we are not so much red now as pink arguments start, the flower is dying the once delicate fragile scent is pungent with the aroma of death clinging on to hope as the last petal falls withered and brown I tell you that I love you but we both know that I am lying cut flowers die, we knew this from the beginning they are beautiful, perfect and their life; our life is achingly fleeting bittersweet © 2012 misguidedpoetAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthormisguidedpoetAboutI do not know if I am a particularly good writer. Some of my writings which originate as half-scribbles in my diary are too personal/painful to post online but I shall post beginnings of poems, poems .. more..Writing
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