Meadows

If life was like a meadow 

And we were nothing more then flowers

Id be a rose while you are lily

But you'd have the most outer beauty

With my pedals all wilted i will never be accepted 

With my stem full of thorns i will never be picked 

But life like the meadow must die in the end 

Fore like the flowers that grow strong 

We also go weak 

We wilt with the secrets we keep

So if life was like a meadow 

Nothing would change 

Id still wilt 

While you stay the same

Fore I hold more secrets 

Then you'll learn through time

Some not only mine

 

Reviews

[Curtis.Lenker]

Great write here. I love how you use the meadow as life and flowers as people. Its an amazing write keep up the great work.