choice

I tried to pick up the pieces
Then he came bringing the cure for the disease
I thought the marks would heal
The scars would fade
But I realize it have to be killed
Still it beats
But the beats it's not for him to keep
From life I learn that,
You can't put your flowers
In the broken vases
You have two choices:
Buy a new different vas
Or throw the flowers

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Good logic in the words.
"You can't put your flowers
In the broken vases "
After something is broke. Must be repaired or tossed away. You left the reader with something to think about. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote