Tall, pridefully stood-
Sway with the breezes
Do they know what it feels like
To be broken by another
Once loved?
Leaves, gracious and smooth
Dewy and vibrant
Lusciously swaying with the breezes
Do they know about the killer
That lives in their very own veins?
Roots? Uprooted. Pulled away
But pridefully stood, still alive
Still afloat in the murky waters
Of that porcelain vase. Do they know
What their future hold?
Petals shed to the core,
Who are they, really?
Baby pink, crimson, lilac
Painting themselves to cover up
What they already know.
Tall pridefully stood.
Horizontally now, though they have
Stood, they lay upon the ground
Vase ruptured to its very edges
It can’t stay together
Can’t hold what they once were
Pretty lilac lilies, beautiful baby pink roses
Their bare core too heavy to carry
They are the only witnesses.
(L.S.)
