She opened up her eyes
And stepped out into the world,
But they pushed her down.
"You're just a little girl".
She got back up,
And she stood with pride,
But she fell right back down
When along came high tide.
She tried again
Every day and night
For weeks and weeks,
But nothing seemed right.
She was so good at falling
And getting back up,
But she couldn't keep going
With this ever-failing setup.
Then she spoke her last words,
"No more failing, no more trying.
I'm done with this game.
I'll just go back to crying."
That was the last we ever heard
From that sweet little girl.
She just gave up
And let her fate unfurl.
Maybe she's in heaven
Sobbing through the pain,
Her never-ending tears
Falling down like rain.
Failure is an option.
It's a terrible fate,
But sometime's it's the only choice
When you finish too late.
YOU ARE READING
Flowers in the Night
PoesíaWell this is just a bunch of random poetry. Stuff might get slightly dark, but for the most part, it has a good message. It's kinda just whatever I think of. Feel free to read when you're bored or just want some stuff to think about.
