The petal

I am the last pedal of this flower.
I wonder if I will dry and die.
I hear the birds pulling me down.
I see myself trying to stay in place.
I want to move on.With out being pulled out.
I am the pedal.

I pretend not being hurt.
I feel pulled down.
I touch the pollen in your hearts.
I worry not to be love.
I cry myself out of this making a river.
I am the pedal.

I understand your minds.
I say what i want to say.
I dream my life as the only flower.
I try to be myself with out trying.
I hope not to ever be pulled out in become that flower.
I am the flower.