I am a flower
At midnight hour
The moon shines
Like my power
When you sing those magical words
I can repare whats even in Byrds
Your voice twinkled like birdsand stars
I reverse your scars
The witch uses me for her own gain
She uses me so her beauty won't wane
The queen is sick, I'll help her the king does know
I become a humans glowing hair, hers to show
The witch steals her away
A baby nothing to say
The child sees the lanterns fill the sky, her birthday
She meets her love
For him she'd give the witch a shove
Family comes above
She cuts me off and away
My shine begins to fade, decay
She'll be happy from this day
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My Poems
PuisiMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
