you were like a rose.
you were pretty and
everyone loved you.
they said you were
the prettiest rose
in the bush so they
picked you off and
put you in a vase
and filled it with
water every day.
I was like a daisy.
there was nothing
special about me.
few people picked
me out of the weeds
to put me in a vase.
even then, they
forgot to water me.
they stepped on me;
crumbled and cracked
my petals.
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contemplations
Teen Fictionpoems // thoughts // quotes the things you hope for and wish for in the beginning are the things that will tear you down and destroy you in the end. you have to learn to build your walls high and strong so the wind won't be tempted to knock them dow...
