Prose - Can a Flower Be Itself?

It’s the same story
I remembered from long ago
Or was it just yesterday?
I’m not sure I know
The flower is in full bloom
With exotic allure
Covering its true self
What it is I’m not really sure
I’ve lost my mind
As I want to possess
It is a calling
That a man cannot suppress
But the memory
Of a bleeding heart
And stained hands
Reveals love is more than art
Mi querida are you a rose
Or a daffodil?
Must I live with thorns
Or is your soul tranquil?
I stare into the painting
And touch your wild colors
Can you hold yourself in the moment
Or will you collapse like all the others?
Why do you want me
To be your lover?
Why do you show me a mirror
And hide behind my fantasy’s cover?
You cannot be a rose
If you are not
And even so
How do you know what I want?
Should you even try
To bring me near?
When the petals fall
Will the thorns appear?
Only you know the truth
Of who you are
I can only love
Someone who can share a scar
Don’t be what I want
Be who you are
Love will die
In soil we cannot share
Let the petals fall
And we will gather them together
Because we know they will
They cannot stay forever

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Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

"Mi querida are you a rose

Or a daffodil?

Must I live with thorns

Or is your soul tranquil?"

Love those verse. I also love the idea of dangerous flower; a delicate skin turned into thorns and bleed your heart out. That's exactly the time when woman rule the world!

In the end, man or woman, fragile or thorny, both capable in doing destruction. So it is better to take a look carefully each time we meet one.

Beautiful! ^_^


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

So you want to rule the world? I KNEW IT! Thank you for commenting and yes a man and a woman can hurt each other equally as abad. Better to smell the flowers than pick?


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V Qisya 5 years ago

"Must I live with thorns

Or is your soul tranquil?"

I love those lines. And you're so right about everything, Mark. After all, that's what life's all about ;)

Great piece of work, Mark. Up and away!

Best Wishes, V


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Verita - Thank you again! I'm right about everything! AWESOME!!! I know a few people who need to hear this so I'm going to show them! Ha....

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