this was once
a birthday flower
not my favorite kind
i loved it still
gazing for days
until it wilted
died
i kept this memory
because
like me
it was warm on the inside
with fire on the edges
this was once
a birthday flower
not my favorite kind
i loved it still
gazing for days
until it wilted
died
i kept this memory
because
like me
it was warm on the inside
with fire on the edges