I crawl through
A field of pretty blue,
Red, pink, and yellow

Searching for,
The perfect flower

I'll look for the one
With symmetrical petals
Laced with your favorite color
And the most delicate leaves
The one that's far from wilted
The one that's most vibrant
And once I find it
I'll go find you

Ill present the gift

You’ll take it in your hands

And I'll watch

As you **** the life out of it

The flower wilts

You toss it aside

You laugh

You walk away

Leaving me alone

In this field

Staring at the wilted flower

That lay among the many others

I’d once gifted you