This is a story of a broken petal,
A young, beautiful Flower, colors of all,
Kept a smile on faces, black white and red,
Had an empty heart, that lived on people's love,
She loved to watch the stars,
She spoke endlessly to the sea,
Awaiting an answer, the truth that reveals,
Her creation, a reason that was never spoken,
That travels through streams of colorful rainbows,
Magnifying the way on velvet stairways,
That rains flowers, booming at her command.
One fine spring, to please the Gods,
Her mind decided to rest, and bow to their orders,
They always asked her to conquer a different path to her dreams,
But she never changed,
They were always jealous of her charismatic seduction,
Only seen, not heard,
But felt through miles immeasurable,
Only to know her petals were unbearable,
For the sight of selfish eyes,
Creation has her confused,
Beauty, a crime misused?
Homicidal attraction, suicidal desire,
For ones eye, a convict for self deception.
