Do I Love Me, Do I Not...

Do I Love Me, Do I Not...

by Emma Schumacher


Flowers are evil,

They ruined me so I ruin them.

I destroy the petals heartlessly,

Watch them fall towards the earth,

Spinning like helicopters.


A beauty I cannot ignore.

Light as a feather,

Delicate as ever.

Floating through the air with ease,

A kite in the sky.


Crashing down on the rocky ground,

Hail smashing through a windshield.

Eventually turning grey and old.

To be covered by a heavy cold blanket,

As am I.