There once was clean cuts covering her strength,
But she didn't know what started it
So she cried
But it still didn't subside.
Her innocence was ripped apart
And her heart stood still during spring,
And flowers made her smile
Only for a while.
She doubted what was considered in sight
It may have happened, it might.
Despite the exaggeration,
There were thoughts left undone.
But she pushed through
With flaws buried inside her heart,
She watched side walk chalk
Pattern by pattern, she stitched herself neatly,
And bloomed.
Author notes
Your tree of defeat becomes your tree of victory.
Comments
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the words sound good together
and it tells a wonderful story
good job special person
(does this mean you're happy now?)
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i forgot to add applause. X_____X
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this is pretty. i like the imagery, but the rhyming made it a little childlike.
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woah. it's so pretty, and captivating
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