The flower what might have been hope it’s but a label
the adult I am a fable
slowly growing unable.

my words can longer stand
like petals in the wind
love like life sin, missed targets
and getting a grade F
fucking it all off in jest

life is a test paper
but we all have to get different scores
life is unfair and that is the first law
I learnt to remember
life’s first lesson
I keep

it doesn’t matter how beautiful
or big your heart is
or how nicely you kiss
conform or be hit with reality fist
for we all abuse the different
the playground is my reference.