Dead Yellow Flowers
Dead yellow flowers is what you called them,
Even though you knew I
Adored them so.
Dedicated ,I was,to making them look as best as I could so
You would like them.
Even the day I put them in a painting you
Laughed and asked why I
Longed to have them in my life.
Oh how you made fun of how
Wholehearted I Loved those
Finally I gave up on our
Love not just because of the flowers but the
Overpowering smell of
Watery Eyes and
Evenings alone sent me
Ready to
Soar away from you, My dead yellow flower.
Even though you knew I
Adored them so.
Dedicated ,I was,to making them look as best as I could so
You would like them.
Even the day I put them in a painting you
Laughed and asked why I
Longed to have them in my life.
Oh how you made fun of how
Wholehearted I Loved those
Finally I gave up on our
Love not just because of the flowers but the
Overpowering smell of
Watery Eyes and
Evenings alone sent me
Ready to
Soar away from you, My dead yellow flower.
This Poems Story
It came to a little after I heard about the scolasticnews contest,so I put everything down and I am proud of it. As I re-read it I noticed there is some truth to this in my own life.
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