Flowers To Petrify
Trees,
Foggy,
Wooden bench...
Young girl sitting...
Two-faced tears strolling,
Taking a walk down cheeks.
The flower that he gave her
Yellow petals curling, wilting
If only flowers could petrify
We could remember first love forever...
Copyright © Alyssa Finley | Year Posted 2006
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