Thursday, January 20, 2011

The petals will all fall.


Love is like a flower.

One that you become interested in

by peering into the glass window

of the flower shop.

So, out of curiosity,

you picked that flower.

That fine,

beautiful,

pure,

rose.

For the first few days,

you have the flower in a pretty,

glass vase.

Or in a relationship,

the honeymoon stage.

But eventually,

that ends,

and the rose dies,

and the petals fold up,

lose color,

and fall to the floor

with dispair.

After all,

you can't spell lover,

without over.

3 comments:

  1. but wasn't it worth it when it was in bloom?

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  2. wow, i never thought of it that way; i love your point of view, how you can turn emotions and thoughts into nature... because nature is just perfect, isn't it?
    ...my 100th post is coming up, and it would be amazing if i had everyone comment and read it :) if there's anything you'd like for me to post, i could use all the help i can get. thanks!

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