The flower was picked
Ripped off of the stem
Torn through the green flesh
It bleeds juice everywhere
I picked a flower
I thought it was pretty
I touched the soft petals
And they fell and died
The flower cries
It was beautiful
But it wilts on the cement
And is stepped on by strangers
I liked the flower
But the moment is over
I don\'t know what happened to it
And I don\'t really care.