Withered petals on a pool of tears.
Once were beautiful, now are brown.
A cruel remembrance of all the years.
Withered petals on a pool of tears.
Plucked one, by one, by irrational fears.
Leaving us empty, with just a frown.
Withered petals on a pool of tears.
Once were beautiful, now are brown.
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No Lifeguard on Duty
PoetryThis is a collection of my life, my thoughts, and my perception of everything around me. I won't claim that my documentation of how I think or perceive things around me is accurate. It is however the most accurate form of how I can express who I am...
