SICK FLOWER

You would never understand or rather pretend.

To not have seen the unusual sight of the stressed.

Sick flower that happens to be dressed.

In a way that by chance you would not be

impressed.

Your lovely beautifully spread petals.

Facing the face of the the earth as through nothing matters.

What I feel is that you don't realise the courage. 

You feed yourself everyday following the

discourage.

Your tear drops on the same ground you stand.

And its giving you feed to endure.

You remember that day, that's replaying of that

one soul you gave your all.

Now I fell for myself so strong. 

Because to me you truly belonged. 

But you left me with no choice. 

Our love was that of a red rose. 

Whose splendor rises as the sun shows its face. 

Healing the wound is so cold. 

The chaos, despair and senseless arguments which we made. 

Waking up one day being a famous is not a mystery. 

Telling the truth and not remembering anything.

Peace begins with a smile. 

I don't see the fault, but finding the remedy 

because anybody can complain. 

All iam or can be, I owe myself. 

When the power of love overcome the love

of power, the world will know peace. 

Accepting the reality is all. 

Love is like a flower, it needs to grow. 

Finding hope in the darkest days and focus in the brightest is the key.

Because the purpose of this life is to be a happy and healthier flower.