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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Stupid flowers, Eaten by a stupid sheep. It’s all so ignorant, My efforts wasted away. Blind little lamb, Eating flowers so absentmindedly, Flowers like the ones I found on the hill, Where we would watch clouds pass by. And the clouds would show the future, Or so you would claim. Because around you, My mind would rest. Why do you like her better then, Better than me? Is it her kind soul, warm laugh, or something even more? Why can’t I just be picked for once… Although I do understand. No, really I do. Because I would choose her any day, Choose her over me. Because that bubbly, airy personality, Would beat my reserved self in every way. From her charmingly chatting away your ears, Into my cold, calculating silence. My judgmental gazes come from caution, Unlike a lamb to the slaughter. Because I was raised to be a quiet daughter, A daughter full of honor. My parents would warn me about life’s dangers; “Look both ways before you cross”, “Don’t talk to strangers”, Their signs of love choked me. Signs pointed to more signs, Ones that read “Approach with caution!”, And so I would listen, Like a good daughter. I am filled with pride, Ego will bare its teeth to others, My wits claw them away, Away into nothingness. I won’t graze on the grass like some helpless sheep, Nor will I ask for assistance whilst I hunt, Because only weaklings do that, And I am not her. But you prefer sheep over fox don’t you, The harmless versus the violent, Because something so friendly, Will never hurt the way I do. With my delicate face, And bushy hair, I do possess sharp eyes, sharp features. But do I scare you to death? In your eyes, she’s an angel, Flying, airy, and bright. And I am the air to her, The space no one cares about.
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