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

creeping

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.