lilies

I was alone, withering in my depth of despair

You were alive, blooming, though the shadows stole your light

So I praised you, wanted you

Wondered how it was to be you

Cause beautiful things always shine without light

They are cherished, and wanted, and treated like gold

And somehow you saw me, and thought to behold

With broken beauty, and subtle scars untold

You helped me learn that

Even the prettiest lilies die

No matter how much love you give them