Human Flowers


People are like delicate flowers.
Beautiful when taken care of,
Strong through time
But when no one takes
The time to care,
People start to wither.
Starting at the edges,
They turn dark and no one
Even glances at the dying flower.
People lose strength and will
To fight and stay beautiful.
They sit there to die.
Turing dark and sad.
Until that one person decides,
"I'm going to care about you."
They build people up,
But they will leave again.
Everything repeats,
Until eventually,
Everyone dies.

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