Poem:
The scent that spent every step
satisfying the smell of people. A something that turned to nothing once it lost its beauty and youth.
A flower that turned sour once it's beauty had already been suck dry. A flower that everyone adored and loved until it lost its spark and died, A beauty's worth comparison to a respect wrote had no difference.
A flower that everyone respected but dared not to come near. And so the flower grew and grew alone, not needing the love and affection of others. After all it is "strong" right?
A flower that was too perfect that everyone loath within, a deam of light And right to hate had grew inside. The flower was too perfect that everyone pretend to love but deep down the beast was full of neat hatred and Jealousy.
A flower that everyone praised, A flower that everyone raised, But did not cared about. Because it bloomed too high. The flower that everyone wished for but loath for.
And so the flower said.
"If one had lose its beauty, they will forget it. If one was poisonous they will crush it, If one was too common they will step on it, If one was too perfect everyone will loath it, And If one was too rare no one will be there for it"
