Petals of Death

Flowers in the desert

Are as rare as luck.

But twelve petals shine,

Survival keeps her stuck.

A flower must be red,

For femininity to prove,

Longing for the rain,

The petals start to loose.

 

If flowers in the desert

Had bright blue ocean eyes,

They'd hesitentaly open,

So she can see the light.

A flower must be blind,

For femininity to prove.

And dried out by the sun,

Her petals start to loose.

 

A flower in the desert

Will think this is her home.

If no ones there to pluck her,

Atleast she'll die alone.

A flower must be silent,

Femininity to prove,

Her sadness doesn't matter,

Since petals start to loose.

 

A flower in the desert

Is beautiful for sure,

But only skies can see it,

Or serpents on the lure.

A flower must be pretty,

Femininity to prove,

Her living as a victim

Is nothing she can choose.

 

For flowers in the desert,

Life soon becomes a bore.

She has a thriving wish

For forests, seas and shores.

A flower must be special.

Femininity to prove:

She utters no complaints

As all her petals loose.

 

A flower in the desert

Won't even make a sound

When all her deathly petals

Will slowly hit the ground.

A flowers not immortal,

The petals are her proof.

Lay red like dried out blood;

I wish that she could choose.