Wednesday, October 22, 2008

This Is How a Flower Grows

That night was so perfect,
Just me and you,
But now I'm dead inside,
And you don't even have a,
Clue.

I thought you were the one,
The one to dry my tears,
But all you did was run,
Unwilling to help me fight,
My fears.

You told me I was beautiful,
Said you loved me from the start,
But once I opened up,
You smashed and broke,
My heart.

I no longer know what love is,
All happiness is gone,
I've locked up my heart,
And once again I have,
Withdrawn,

That sad girl has left,
And is now shriveled an dead,
Because this girl does not cry,
Lying in her,
Bed.

You are now a distant memory,
Whose kisses are now forgotten,
You were once the forbiden fruit,
Which now lays soiled,
And rotten.

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