Flowers

The flowers wither

They soon die

Your love withered 

And it died too

Your love is gone

But the flowers remain

They grow wild and free

For everyone to see

Why did you go

I will never know

I am glad the flowers 

Are still here

They make me smile

They make me give pause

I pause to really see them

See their beauty and their solitude

They grow through the storms

They don't mind the rain

What if you would have

Grown through the storms

You would still be bound

You wouldn't be free

You crumble and fall

And have no real beauty

Reviews

[realmwriter]

This is realy cool Sis, cause like a wilted flower, if we don't have love we wilt our souls seem less bright, our smiles fade, our eyes don't shine and our face shows more signs of age. But unlike the flower our true beauty is on the inside, unless we don't fel loved then it's dark and scary on the inside. SO we try to show it on the outside but it's not real... Beautiful Sis, I really like this...!

[simplisticwoman]

Thank you very much Stefanie. I just joined this site and I am already emotional.

[~ Stefanie ~]

Wow, this is defintely a powerful and emotional piece. I liked that you compared a person to a wilted flower in the beginning. It started the piece of really well.
This is great!