A poem from a wilted heart.
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wilted
when i was a little rose
i was born short and plump
destined to hurt
not perfect enough to love
but still i took a chance
trusted a bit too openly
gave away my imperfect petals
until i couldn't recognize myself
regretfully, i trusted the tulips
the orchids and the hydrangeas too
the wind whispered
against my brittle stem
when nature turned against me
the sun overtook my battle
stuck in a never-ending drought
i wilted quickly
for a naked rose
Latte Love,
Jill
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i love this, it has such a great meaning and it is so special. i love your poems :)
beautiful writing wow!
So Dark snap out of it