Thorn

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Ever seen a flower wilt?
It's starts slow, so slow you barely notice it at first.
Everything that once stood, now lays on the floor waiting to be rebuilt.
In your love, the seed of the flower was immersed.
Gave you the power to water and feed it.
But instead you lied and said you loved it, hoping it would grow.
Said you'll be there through it all and every bit.
It listened to your lies, found shelter in your shadow.
Hid underneath your leaves.
Hoping no one would ask questions of why she wasn't a good enough seed.
That's what you poured on her now that's all she believes.
If you don't care for a flower, it turns into a weed.
That's what you did, you filled a young innocent seed with hatred and negativity.
So much potential.
Kept her watered for your own insensitivity.
Every flower has their thorns..
But maybe now I'm realising, you were nothing but a thorn.

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