Wilted Flower
Like a wilted flower in a field full of daisys
I stand alone, near death but still hanging on
I hang on so others can see my beauty and still be happy
but every flower has to die
and without love, care and attention
some die young
Copyright © Rellik Anne | Year Posted 2015
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