I am an unblossomed flower, and you are my motivation.
With your lovely peddles and smooth sensation.
You say you’ll wait for my blossom to come.
but as i grow eager and anxious you grow lonesome.
Your peddles begin to get frail but yet you stay. as i feel at my best your peddles begin to fall away.
I am ready now, today is my day
my gorgeous yellow peddles begin to blossom away.
As i admire myself, i tell you to look at how perfect my peddles layed.
I focused on myself for once
then i realized you had decayed.
I am not sorry for finally seeing my beauty in a burst.
I am sorry for loving you before i loved myself first.