You see; I collect flowers.
Every spring I do the same exact thing.
I don't put them to use.
I don't put them to show,
Or to wear them in my hair.
I don't have anyone special to whom
I should give them to.
I just have myself.
I spare them the misery
For not having to
put them in the eyes of
Society.
And for them to say they want my
flowers
And only to desire them for selfish
needs.
And only for desire.
The beauty is priceless
I just put them in a box for only me
to see.
Hiding them from the cold season.
The beauty is to precious to have
someone see.
You see these flowers are for me.
(a.k)