Like a flower

Love is like a flower. One day, it just gives up And dies. Or it is just killed off.Pulled apart.Destroyed.You can do with a flower what you wish,And love is no different.Give it to someone,And they’re happy.Pull it apart,Figure out if that one person loves you,But in the end it’s gone.


You say you love that person now, But it ten years, You won’t even remember that pain. Some may, But most won’t. Love is like a flower, You can nurse it and let it grow. Or you can watch it wither away. It’s your choice. But in the end, It won’t last for too long