Garden Flower
The love that she gave away
Was the only love she kept.
They took all of her for granted,
And so at night she wept.
She lost her only hope,
And the fractures, never mended,
They all say they didn’t mean it but
It doesn’t matter what was intended.
They used their strength against her,
And the hatred, they empower,
Living among a garden of weeds
She was a bruised flower.
Copyright © Alex Calatayud | Year Posted 2014
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