Outer Beauty, Inner Emptiness (Poem)

When the flowers bloomed,
Their beauty captivated me.
My heart was a reflection of their vibrant colours,
As they bowed their heads gracefully.

For a moment in time,
I imagined we were flowers,
Fragile beauty surviving
The harsh reality of the world.

I imagined love did not need roots to grow in the soil,
That love could sustain on the clouds of castles in the air.

But then they withered and died,
Leaving behind nothing except
The tiny grains of shrivelled up petals,
And the cold, lifeless earth.

In a way, I guess, we were like those flowers
Unbelievably beautiful while they lasted,
But horribly
achingly
empty
...

(when we ended.)