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.