She was like a daisy. Soft, fragile, breakable, and beautiful.
Every time something broke her, a
small delicate petal would come off her
flower. Soon she was so hurt that the
Stem of the flower bended downward
and never came back up.
Ivy was my savior. Yet I couldn't
even save her. I couldn't even see that
she was breaking. How long Ivy how long
was this happening for?
You'll forever be my previous little daisy Ivy.
