Cut Flowers



To try to make me forget

My anger


Cinnamon Carnations

Snowy Roses

Buttery daffodils

All sweet scents

Pervading the fouled air


Making a smile dance

Every time

Wiping the mind blank

With bliss


After the smell fades

Bitterness prevails

The dank smell

Of a rotting relationship


Each time

The mind goes blank

The bitterness

Returns at a faster pace

There will be a time

When the flowery smell

Makes no difference


The decay has won

The smell will not leave

It follows into the mind

It is time to go


Not able to live with just cut flowers anymore

Little bits of joy

Needing a field

A field

Where it is possible

To run free

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