Conflicting Flowers
Conflicting Flowers
By: Shadoe Lass
"Give me your coat,"
is all that can be heard.
The young dame obliges, out in the cold.
Brazen young man -
an infant, we've learned -
to run away into the night, never once bold.
Flowers on the windowsill
wilt and die.
Waiting to be watered by
an owner,
lost on the bedside.
Mourn the idea of individuality,
as no one can DARE dream
for fear of hurting someone else.
By: Shadoe Lass
"Give me your coat,"
is all that can be heard.
The young dame obliges, out in the cold.
Brazen young man -
an infant, we've learned -
to run away into the night, never once bold.
Flowers on the windowsill
wilt and die.
Waiting to be watered by
an owner,
lost on the bedside.
Mourn the idea of individuality,
as no one can DARE dream
for fear of hurting someone else.
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