• crying I'm a bright pink flower,
    in a patch of green leaves,
    I'm looking for another flower,
    just like me,
    I find so many flowers,
    out there in the green,
    But the one I thought was special,
    made me think he's just for me.

    Iv'e liked alot of flowers,
    ever since I became bold,
    But this flower i thought,
    together we would grow old,
    I met another flower,
    just like he and I,
    but this little flower,
    Was the apple of HIS eye.


    I conversated with this flower,
    she told it to me straight,
    The flower that I loved so much,
    had simpley blown away,
    Maybe it was lack of affection,
    maybe because we are many feilds apart,
    Or possibly the fact I'm not smart


    She was planted on his heart first,
    and I was planted last,
    That means that water,
    wasn't going to my roots fast.


    I simply lost my track of time,
    and the knowings of everything,
    But I thought alot about it,
    as the tears crawled down my face,
    I knew it wasn't my fault,
    but I still had time to spare,
    So i had to do something,
    to make it fair and sqare.


    Now here I am waiting,
    for the time to come,
    where I can let my feelings out,
    And we all find the sum.

    I am going to stop writing,
    because I'm to upset to deal,
    But there's one thing I have learned,
    it's that I cannot feel....