"how can someone as pretty as you be sad?
heads turn to look at you, and watch you until you're out of view,
people admire you, get astounded by you, they fall over themselves to catch a glimpse of you
you can't possibly be sad when so many tear themselves and give you pieces of them to own,
you can't be sad when a thousand hands reach to wipe your tears.
but you are.
you are the saddest blooming flower i've seen, you bloom in the sunshine and then cry your silent tears till dawn, the weight of your stem keeps your head down.
why are you sad, my flower?
why do you smile for the world, my flower?
what has it ever done for you?
who stomped all over you?
who has plucked your petals?
how can someone as pretty as you be sad?"
-k.v.
