• leensthoughts 5w

    The Orchid
    you brought me,
    died.

    And though I watered
    and cared for it,
    it was destined to die
    much like our story.

    Perhaps I drowned it
    with water, when
    all it needed was a spray.

    - much like you drowning
    your sorrows in fleeting pleasure
    and people who bring you
    temporary life.