Saturday, June 21, 2014

it can't.

When there's a flower in bloom it's so small.
It's so incredibly small.
It's incredibly small.
Small.

But remember all the other flowers?
They used to be there too.
They were so small too.
So small.
Small.

But the blooms can't stay.
None of it can stay. 
None of it stays.
Stay.

When the bloom is gone the stem is there.
It's hearty and full of promise to stay.
It's full of promise to stay.
Promise to stay.
Stay.

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