He had a garden of plastic flowers
Pretending to water them every day
They were pretty, in all different colours
But they lacked a flowers smell
About that, he didn't even know
Since in the whole neighbourhood
No other plants did grow
They never faded, it was all good
Until he went for a walk one day
Into a forest not far away

He saw a flower growing there
One that somehow seemed different
And that's sweet smell felt the air
He had to hold it in his hand
Just for a moment, he said
Or for two, or maybe forever
As the joy turned to regret
Since the flower had throns, he'll never forget
Wounds on his fingers were one part
But what really hurt was his heart

He again waters his garden now
Of plastic beauties like everyone else
Yet it's not the same as soon ago
As he knows how a real flower smells
The fake ones have lost their charm
Still he does stick with them
Since his heart already took too much harm
For him to dare to try anything again
Because only what's fake doesn't hurt
And can forever last

-A/N ....yay metaphors.
Stay human,
Sero 💙-