withered Bloom
Look what have you done
The deeply etched scars
The immutable pain, once
there was no place for burn
Saw a pretty innocent girl
how she was always smiling
Her feminine, she's dead
She looks alive, but she's gone
The poetry when she spoke
The rhymes that you broke
The heart? it used to pump
Ironic enough it still yearns
Silent nights full of grief
Whispers of soul's belief
My sorrows are conscious
My happiness? never took a turn
Adoration, devotion,
fondness and what not
Majestic embrace, regal grace
Was that all, just for fun?
The madness I always showed
Your real You was what followed
I'm at peace, the soil fits in well
I'm buried below a pretty green fern
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