A flower in her hair
She added with despair
As she took one last glance
In the mirror
She stepped backward
Just a few
Convinced herself
She is not a coward
She had to draw the line
Though the thought
It sent shivers down her spine
Its happened again
She walked out the door
Eyes locked to the floor
Its a chance she must take
For, a life, is at stake
Down the stairs she crept
With her fear crawling
Under her skin
Deeper with every step
Its her fate
She knew it was no mistake
A flower girl
Destined to fade
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
