Died For You
You took me out to the meadows to pick flowers,
How was I supposed to know about the thorns?
Every flower I picked,
Down went a drop of blood.
-Your smile eased my pain.
You didn't get pricked once,
But I was only happy you're okay.
Your smile tended to my wounds as they could,
But I had already lost too much blood.
Now I live here, in the meadows,
Forever trapped in the time we spent here.
Eternally drowning in a pool of my own blood and foolishness.
-Your smile no longer eases my pain.
(Updated on 05/19/2024)
Copyright © Lily Ravelo | Year Posted 2021
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