Gloom

When the raindrops land on the pedals bloom it's not about the storm

When a bee picks the nectar sweet it's not about the swarm

When the roses are picked for the bouquets to shine

It's not about the thorns on the stems spine

Just as in natures boundaries you will see

Things don't always revolve around them or are what they seem to be

You must always put others first before yourself in order to love or be loved

For when its only you, you choose to love then its others you have shoved

When you allow it all to be about you and only you

Then nothing but your own vanity will shine through

And with out the raindrops for the pedals bloom

Then they are destined for a life full of gloom 

Psalm 12:2

They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: 

with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.