The story of how a flower can end your life.

Flowers are special,

You are too,

Small sweet flame,

It’ll sure hurt you.


It won’t stop,

That I know,

I’ve got feelings,

Are they worth?


Smiles with hurt,

Tears with pride,

Will I ever

Open my heart?


Not in love,

I fell in hell,

And she’s never

Been so well.


I tell her

“You’re my world”,

And she sobs

“I’m not worth”.


It’s been ten months,

Since the start,

I met this flower,

Gave her my heart.


Just a flower,

Just a cup,

Just a tea bag,

Poison hurts.

The End

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