As pretty as a flower
Curly petal hair
Tall and thin like a stem
Skin clear and fair
Eyes as green as chlorophyll
As delicate as a dove
But this little flower girl
Was plucked by hopeless love
She cried tears of frustration
In a dangerous web she was caught
Ripping out locks of petal hair
' He loves me, he loves me not...'
Rejection made her lonely
And with one last final shiver
The once bright and blooming flower
Began to brown and wither
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Forest of Stanzas
PoëzieA collection of poems. Some are dark, some don't make sense, all are mine. Feel free to comment a title or prompt and I'll write one for you.
