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Flower

Withered and torn,
But she's still alive.
A new life was born,
But can she survive.

Demolished by society,
Crushed by the truth.
Governed by anxiety,
And still in her youth.

Perhaps they'll forgive her.
Perhaps if she tries.
She'll learn to decipher,
and dry up her eyes.

Author notes

I don't know this is the first thing i've written in ages so it's probably no good but hey i'll dust the rust.

I'm sorry ~~gothic freak~~
Written March 26th, 2006

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  • June 29, 2006
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    Very good poem well done lol


  • Josh Spears
    April 9, 2006
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    Cool

    This poem reminds me of some of my friends. I like your poetry to. Your a good poet.
    Edited on Apr 09, 3:13 p.m. because 'It was a good poem'.


  • catherinevania
    March 26, 2006
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    awesome

    i like this. it has a great flow. good choice of wording.
    i love the stanza - "Perhaps they'll forgive her./ Perhaps if she tries./ She'll learn to decipher,/ and how to dry her eyes." it's brilliant. awesome job.

    -unleash the bats