I call you Selfish
And you laugh,
Spoiled,
And you rejoice.
If a flower shrivels,
What pleasure can be found?
Only distaste
Seizes the mind.
If it shrivels in spite,
Might it be said,
That if reactions it pursued,
It’s better off dead?
Angered you ask,
When my courtesy’s at fault,
“Why do you hate me?”
As if your sins, you forgot. |
Submission Name: I call you Selfish...
