alone you sit there
doing nothing
no one knows where
or how a sight could be coming
the wilted flower alone
without a care
of whom comes or goes
an old path of bright flowers
leads to the wilted flower
a child sitting alone with pain on their face
no one to help them smile
the wilted flower
one of the unknown fears hidden
by their mask of cheerfulness
the wilted flower
of all the sorrows
and pain
of the wilted flower
the wilted flower
the most wilted of them all
because they hide the most pain in their lives
the wilted flower
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Poems
PoetryDO NOT PUT LINKS IN THE COMMENTS!!!!!Just so it is clear this is the only book i have actually put any effort into putting together.So it may not be the best,but i tried.The poems included in here are a way for me to vent about things.They are a way...
