Tea Flower.
tiny white flower.
smooth like cream.
specked with the colour of young lips.
growing amongst hundreds so close to what you are.
i call you the sweet tea flower.
short life.
once thriving in the garden.
life slowly seeping into the pages where you're pressed.
i wanted a thing of beauty, to remind me what it was like.
to remind me it still existed.
i created a monster.
a killer of myself.
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2006
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