scattered on the ground
tossed as if nothing
treated less than what you are
you are a rose
you are constantly growing
into the person you are meant to be
picking up pieces of your personality on the way
to have an end result of something
spectacular
you are a rose
bright but can come in all different colors
you may wilt
need something to perk you up
you’re still alive though, right?
you hardly wilt
you are cared for on a routine basis
flames
everywhere
flames
you look down to see yourself
shriveling away
at each
spark
goodbye rose
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Lucy A
We all have a voice but I just choose to share mine.
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