She blossomed when I saw her
Her cheeks were rosy red
She always showed her beauty
Upon the love she fedShe always showed her colors
And wore them without fear
She giggled and she laughed
She held my heart so dearNow my little flower
She was more free than the breeze
She never let them hold her down
And brushed away with easeUntil the sun went away
Behind the clouds it'd stay
She began to wither
Her petals flew awayThe colors she once expressed
We're fading all to black
She was drained, she was broken
And I just wanted her backI wanted my little flower
The one who made days brighter
The one who loved me
My little fighterSo from the clouds again
The sun returned the light
To only find, my flower
Had given up her fight
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Mourning Skies
RandomDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts