Anthophile- MK

I was once a girl in love with a flower,

delicate and soft.

So I picked this flower and brought it home,

deciding it was better off with me.

If only I knew calamity would follow

if the flower was no longer free.

I brought my treasure everywhere and held it high in pride,

but for some reason, I couldn’t see the tears the little flower cried.

Maybe it’s because the beauty it once held was still around,

and my treasure still looked the same

as it did when I picked it from the ground.

Yet every month that went by, a little petal collapsed,

and when they all were gone, the flower was no longer trapped,

but my treasure left me wrapped in a sadness sown quilt.

But then again, I guess it’s my fault

for falling in love with something bound to wilt.