Item Icon
\"Reading Printer Friendly Page Tell A Friend
No ratings.
Rated: E · Appendix · Other · #796122

I think we all know how this feels

I picked a flower,
With a scent as beautiful as the sunset.
I had a dream,
Of you and I,
That never will come true.
I open my eyes,
And realize,
The flower soon will die.
As well as the dream I once adored,
the dream of you and I.
© Copyright 2004 Katherine (poetrychild at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.