Flowers are Pretty..

A glass flower,
simple but elegant,
residing on your vanity
near your nice smelling things.

I used to splash your flower in perfume
to make it smell real,
like you picked it from a glass garden.

I used to envy its home,
I wanted to live with your graceful perfumes on the vanity
where you'd live when getting ready
to go out somewhere nice.

I had dreams,
and the translucent piece of nature would be mine
dwelling amongst my nice smelling things,
and I was beautiful
until I awoke.

Now your flower is gone,
gone forever,
and I can't find your nice smelling things.
I can't find anything as nice as that flower.

Real flowers die,
but your delicate, artful flower
will exist in my heart forever
to remind me of your glamour.