Cold Showers
The stem gets weak and the leaves get thin,
There is no chance that it could win.
Miracle grow wouldn't even help it stand tall,
I am unstoppable everyone shall fall.
Being defeated is not my game,
I defeat them causing much pain.
Supporters for this frail dim flower?
Can't be they must be here for the showers.
Why am I shrinking and getting so weak?
The water was nice, but its tasted kind of sweet.
The flower regains its strength and power each day,
I am no longer a fighter, I become stray.
Cancer cannot stand a chance,
If people take one more glance.
Defeated once again by a pool of sunflowers,
Was it because of the rain or the cold showers?
The steam gets weak and the leaves get thin,
There is no chance that I can win.
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