The lilies.. They have always been my favourite flowers. When I was a child, my mother made tiaras out of them for me. I would wear them on my head, pretending to be a princess. But then, she left. I never saw her again. Nor did I ever wear a tiara ever again. The bell rang and he entered the shop. For once, I could not take my eyes off him. But when I realized how unkempt I looked, I took to my heels and hid behind the flowers that lay on the table. “Well, how may I help you Sir?” I asked. “Err…Can I just look around?” People came to florists to buy flowers. There was nothing to look at. “I mean, if you don’t mind. I’m a photographer actually. And, I want to click pictures of you. Sorry. Of your flowers I mean.” He looked and me and grinned. I would think that he was a stalker, but then I wouldn’t mind having some company around. “Sure.” I said, and turned away from him, before he could ask me any more questions. “Just, just don’t touch any of the flowers.” I quickly added and
Neat poem! I like the others as well. I'm glad I found your blog.
ReplyDeletelove the poem :) its wonderful
ReplyDeleteI'm in 9th grade. It's not hard if you learn all your supposed to.
ReplyDeleteomg almost all of the poems uve written in the last few days has reminded me of the guy. its weird! =)
ReplyDeleteit was a lot of fun. they were just so cute! =D
How is 9th grade going? - Bob
ReplyDeletedefinatly in a good way. especially Dream. that is probably my favorite poem that i have read on ur blog =)
ReplyDeleteand no, its not. it only rains here for like a day, then it stops =P