Stealing Flowers

Passing by a bloom

must mean it's sudden doom

For me it is a vice

for flowers smell so nice

So many think as I do

Working so hard to

get their bloom

When they see I've been


They now are weeping

for the bloom I've

chose for keeping

Stolen from it's branch

no longer with a root

is my greedy little loot

Stolen away to live out the day

Then die
woundedpalm woundedpalm
46-50, F
1 Response Jan 16, 2013

You should've made this poem a funny one, why does everyone do this, write some sob poem?! I never see funny ones, and the ones that are funny don't ryhm or are really short.