You plucked me
And made me feel pretty
You placed me in a clear vase
And made me feel special
Until I started wilting
You threw me out
And now I'm rotting
YOU ARE READING
The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
