BLUE FLOWER

Blue flower

You don't blossom like before

Your not as pretty

As you once were any more

Blue flower

I remember when you were still pure

Now you lost your pride

When you opened closed doors

Tried to clear the weed out

But you always let them in

They corrupted your mind

And drained your energy

You used to make the garden

Beautiful to stay in

Now your nothing more

Than just a wet dream

Blue flower

Why did you turn sour