Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection

Loving a flower

Once I loved a flower

so I plucked it

from its place of home and rest

 put it in a vase

and admired the way it 

sat in my windowsill

and in that vase, it withered

and died

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Once I loved a flower

so I left it in its place

gave it water

when there was no rain

and it lived