Fiction · Poetry

A Single Flower He Gave Me

A single flower he gave me,

Sent my heart into a flutter.

Had my stomach drown in butterflies;

Made my knees go weaker.

        

A single flower he gave me

Instantaneously made me remember

The special times I shared with him

And our precious moments together.

       

A single flower he gave me

Was just like him as I rekindle.

The smoothness, the aesthetic,

The smell so sweet, the love’s symbol.

         

But that single flower he gave me

Also had thorns which pricked my finger.

I shed a tear like when he broke my heart;

A special flower no longer.

       

-fin-

(photo courtesy of artrising.com)

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