Petals
I picked the prettiest
of flowers
and plucked the petals off
one by one
until three remained
One i was fond of;
it had a strong
and velvety texture
and it was a little torn
and in need of repair.
But I could not keep it forever,
as it was slowly falling off, struggling to stay.
The second petal felt
familiar,
like a close friend
that I could rely on;
a sense of loyalty that I wanted.
The third petal
was most peculiar
and just barley hanging on,
distanced from the others.
The petal was weaker than the others,
transparent,
but there all the same.
And I sat
and sat and sat
and sat,
trying to choose
between the three
deciding which one i would keep
and call my own.
But as the sun set,
I still sat and sat and
sat and sat
and fell asleep
under the moon
all the petals
still hanging on.
of flowers
and plucked the petals off
one by one
until three remained
One i was fond of;
it had a strong
and velvety texture
and it was a little torn
and in need of repair.
But I could not keep it forever,
as it was slowly falling off, struggling to stay.
The second petal felt
familiar,
like a close friend
that I could rely on;
a sense of loyalty that I wanted.
The third petal
was most peculiar
and just barley hanging on,
distanced from the others.
The petal was weaker than the others,
transparent,
but there all the same.
And I sat
and sat and sat
and sat,
trying to choose
between the three
deciding which one i would keep
and call my own.
But as the sun set,
I still sat and sat and
sat and sat
and fell asleep
under the moon
all the petals
still hanging on.
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my first poem in a while, hope u all like! please comment, recommend, thanks in advance;)