The term 'selfless' has never been brought up
in reference to how I live my life
until the day I met her.
The red haired, fire bright, hazel eyed
child who everyone had warned me about
on her hand written referral.
My world could have been so different
before I held her to my chest.
Everything was going to be shifted up
into a fantasy heaven closer
to where I want to lay my head.
However,
I made a promise to change her life.
As cliché as my stupidity sounds
fate brought that girl to my side.
She is a soft waving flower
in my garden of weeds.
And I can feel the wind changing
Author notes
I am going to call her Rose, after her favorite flower.
I am going to change this little girl's life for the better.
No matter how cliche and idiotic I seem, looking at her made me feel like I can make a difference to someone.
Comments
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This poem has a rich and enlivening flow. The colors were effective and the word structure was very fit.
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Thank you very much.
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Amazing
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