k.
flowers. those pretty petals
that smooth stem
your loving scent
how it lingers in the air
nulling my feelings of despair
and your sweet, sweet nectar
enticing those buzzing bees from all around
and yet, you live in melancholy
picking you off as if you have no soul...
we are the ones without a soul
you struggle to survive
developing thorns on all your sides
your scent has become rancid
and your petals intimidate all
and your once sweet nectar...
entices victims and they become your thrall
and all of this because we refused to hear
your cries of anguish under our feet
well you cry no more
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