My Poor Flower

One day he gave me a flower.

I loved it everyday.

Gave it water and light.

Hoping that it would stay a live

One day I came up to him

Rushing, but stopped right in my tracks

I stared at him in confusion

As I saw her in his arms

That night I stared at my flower

Dieing to give it water, and light

But I no longer have any more love

To give to my poor flower

 

Author's Note

Well I hope you enjoy!

Reviews

Heart-break.
You could give someone your everything, and then wake up one day to find that they don't want it.

Very good write.

[Theresa]

Oh this is sad. Most people don't look at a flower as a living thing that is dying and in this you did. It's creative and I really enjoyed it. I liked the ending:
"But I no longer have any more love
To give to my poor flower"
Nicely done. Thanks for sharing.