in a garden full of roses
where all stood tall and bright
there was a lily, so soft, so pure
just quiet by their side
not loud like roses..striking and bold
not reaching for the sun
but somehow still it stood apart
the quiet one, the rare one, the only one
and without meaning to
i grew fond of lilies
i watched it bloom, thought it would not wither
never thought it would fall
i didnt see the little things
that mattered most of all
and yet I swear, in some dark corners
deep beyond my reach
it filled something I never felt before
a void no rose could touch
and now it echoes more
petals closed and colors faded
slowly losing its glow
and I was there, but far too late
now silence came within
i ran through thorns that tore my skin
let every pain be felt
i broke myself to bring it back
to see it bloom just one more time
i miss the way its presence once filled the air
the way it outshone the roses
just the way it is
maybe it grew somewhere else
somewhere out of sight
still blooming softly, still holding light,
just not beside me
oh my lily……