The flower girl pt.III

She’s free now
After losing herself – her life.
She roam the streets where she used to sell roses
Something’s odd
Where’s the lovely smile of the people?
She asked herself
Thinking about the tears that fall
She looked around and saw her picture
On the center with flowers around it
Full of murmurs in the plaza
She realized everything she left behind
Brought joy at the same time, tears
People will see the beauty of a flower and the happiness it bring
When it starts to wither
Life is full of thorns
Even beauty has poison
We’re all blinded by the colors of the rainbow to see the shadows behind it
Life is a cycle –
A matter of choice
Death is easy
Living is so much to handle
When all you see is life’s darkness
So live
Don’t just breathe.


The Flower Girl pt. II

She never looked nice
Coz art’s what makes her
And it ain’t supposed to look nice
It is to make you feel something
A thing, the heart will always remember
Even in the darkest of days
When the sun hides and
Everything’s falling apart,
Look into her eyes
You’ll see,
You’re not the only one
It’s like finding good in everything
Remember a flower came from a seed
Then had roots
And soon, withered
Everything in this world will be forgotten
Soon as you left
It vanish
But at least –
You shared a thing or things
That’s your smile, that’s you
The girl who smiled through a lot pain
Will leave the world
With traces of petals laid on the ground
Hearing what the wind is saying
Feeling the cool breeze of the ocean
While slowly gliding the air
Hits the shore
And now
She’s free.

“The flower girl”

She seems so nice
With an eyes like an angel
Colors run through her mind – vividly
Like an artist from the past
A beauty
That doesn’t see the beauty of life
You can see her wandering the streets
With her wild flowers
Offering smiles to people
Smile that she can’t give to herself