Petalled

By Poisoned Twinkles

It falls...

and lands on my cheek

This is my proof

that I have been chosen

Stained...

marked...

(Maybe another petal

has fallen on you

But

you brushed it

away and goodbye)

Everyone desires to

be noticed, be seen

to be destined

by greater things

that they do not

see with their

hearts

Blind we are

to things,

simple things,

missing the fact

that at least

this petal fell

on us and not

on someone else...