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My Carnation
Farewell,
Dear former friend
This is to
Our friendship
which was
a carnation.
In the beginning,
It was
red,
reddish-pink,
pinkish-purple,
fascinating,
and lovely.
But, I think I might have been
colour blind.
'Cause later that spring
I approached
the garden
and picked up
the Carnation
to feel
its spicy fragrance.
But, I fertilised
the Carnation regularly
and made it grow in
well-drained soil,
while allowing it to dry
in between
watering it well.
Long story short,
I gave it all the care
so that it
would blossom
and
last long.
Little did I realise,
that I was taking care of
a poisonous flower
And when my French Beau,
tried to get me
to the right path,
all I did was argue saying,
"The petals are edible,
It's just the leaves that are
poisonous with
a LOW toxicity rate."
I thought he were jealous
Because I
did not
spend much time
with him
as I was busy taking care
of the Carnation
But I realised I was colour blind.
And he was right,
"Carnations are
bad luck, babe."
Because during the end
of Summer,
My Carnation died.
Maybe the sun
restored my sight
as I realised,
the Carnation wasn't pink.
It was
yellow,
yellowish-white,
not pink,
not purple,
not even close to that range,
not red like the
blood corpuscles,
just yellow
like the blood plasma.
Why didn't I
listen to him?
How disgraced would I feel
if I meet him right now?
All I can do
is sit on
the bathroom floor
with the dead yellow carnation
and eat my heart out,
'Cause how can I grow
another flower
as I left
the other flowers I had
for that Clove Pink,
which wasn't pink after all.
I guess I was
too naive and stupid
to give away
every other beautiful flower
just for that
Carnation.
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