Pretty little Flower

 

 its prickly edges cut a hole in my heart

tiny drops of blood fall from it

pretty white peddles stain red

pretty little peddles falling loose

pretty little flower  falling down the edge

falling and dying with my soul

pretty little flowers crisp, blood red peddles fall in fall lower to the ground

pretty little flower lying  in the dirt 

crushed and forgotten

minute and tragic

unloved and dead

pretty little flower plants a seed in its bed

loving rain drops fall from the sky

loving rain drops caress the seed

and the pretty little flower is loved large and happy 

reborn and new

 

 

 

Reviews

[M. Amphet Salt]

Great imagery. You do well showing the cycle of life and love. They both live, dropping new seeds, wither away and die only regrow hopefully stronger. The knew in the last line should be new.
Good write.