Young Writers Society

Innocent Flower

The smell of sweat and wild onions

The sight of the simple blue flowers speak to me of an innocence I once had

What I've given to him was a gift of my own choice

I hear a song in my mind that speaks of the pain of which I now know

Everything that's happened came about because it must

What's to come now is just what follows on this path that I've taken

The signs were everywhere, and the opportunities presented themselves

It leaves little for me to doubt now that perhaps I chose poorly

What happened was meant to be for both of us

Yet still I wonder, as I always will

What might have happened, had we not been so hasty?

The storm came, and I brought it

Our tornado is too strong and wild to contain

Someone told me that I've changed, and I know it's true

Like the innocent blue flowers, plucked from the stem

I stay nice only briefly, but then the deterioration sets it

I cannot go back to that stem, and I cannot start over somewhere new

All I can do now is allow time to take me over

We paid a price in those few minutes, pleading with time to stretch

Time always spun too fast for us while together

And stopped when we were too far away from each other's arms

But those few minutes lasted days

Time has taken something from us

Perhaps he already knows what's missing, perhaps he won't care for a while

But I feel it gone for me, that innocence that I sacrificed

That innocent flower shrivels in the wake of the storm

Yet I think of what has been lost, and I look inside

Where that innocence once lived is now replaced by a little bit of him

Forever, I will have what he gave me, too

A little treasure that I can protect and hold when time comes back to taunt

We cast a dangerous spell, enlisted a risky bit of help

All done for a little bit of pain and a great deal of intensity

We paid to be swept up in a storm, and we both survived

Yet I know, in my heart, more is to come

Damages may be greater than we had anticipated

We may find something soon that we aren't ready for

Time has clouded the future's horizon for us, left us blind and deaf

All we have is each other to weather the aftermath that we've made

An innocent flower dies, but something new grows in it's place

This growth is like a stubborn weed, everywhere and unstoppable

But through the gnarled green, I see another flower

A flower of love