Farewell,

Dear former friend

This is to

Our friendship

which was

a carnation.

In the beginning,

It was

red,

reddish-pink,

pinkish-purple,

fascinating,

and lovely.

But, I think I might have been 

colour blind.

'Cause later that spring

I approached 

the garden

and picked up

the Carnation

to feel

its spicy fragrance.

But, I fertilised

the Carnation regularly

and made it grow in

well-drained soil,

while allowing it to dry

in between

watering it well. 

Long story short,

I gave it all the care

so that it

would blossom

and

last long. 

Little did I realise,

that I was taking care of

a poisonous flower

And when my French Beau,

tried to get me

to the right path,

all I did was argue saying,

"The petals are edible,

It's just the leaves that are

poisonous with

a LOW toxicity rate."

I thought he were jealous

Because I

did not

spend much time

with him

as I was busy taking care 

of the Carnation 

But I realised I was colour blind.

And he was right,

"Carnations are

bad luck, babe."

Because during the end

of Summer,

My Carnation died.

Maybe the sun

restored my sight

as I realised,

the Carnation wasn't pink. 

It was

yellow,

yellowish-white,

not pink,

not purple,

not even close to that range,

not red like the

blood corpuscles,

just yellow

like the blood plasma. 

Why didn't I

listen to him?

How disgraced would I feel

if I meet him right now?

All I can do

is sit on 

the bathroom floor

with the dead yellow carnation

and eat my heart out,

'Cause how can I grow

another flower

as I left 

the other flowers I had

for that Clove Pink,

which wasn't pink after all.

I guess I was 

too naive and stupid

to give away

every other beautiful flower

just for that

Carnation.