If I had a petal for every time someone

pretended to love me, and lied to me

(your truth is always half lie)

I'd be swimming in an ocean of roses!

believe me when I tell you..

darling, love is nothing but scarcity!

except when 'I love you' becomes a drug.



In the end, every flower has its own story

alike love, it only grows for glory..

and without being sorry,

tries to write its own blazing destiny!

behind the ruins of nightfall,

defying the odds, those changing souls,

the burning candles of a new-found love!

Whispers Of Night

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-birth-of-a-flower/