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FLOWER
i am a flower
as delicate,
though not as beautiful.
you picked me,
and i was beautiful to you.
you kept me with you,
and protected me.
flowers are so easily crushed,
and their death is slow and painful.
but one day my thorns pricked you.
i suppose it's in my nature,
but flowes cant make excuses.
and so you dropped me,
left to be trampled.
i am just another flower,
but every bit as afraid.
slowly by some unseen hand
my frail, thin petals
were remdered from the sobbing flower
that was once my life.
but one day,
you found me on the floor,
and took pity on me.
you put me in a glass of water,
in a place where the sun could reach me,
and warm me,
and help me grow.
but your smile was sun enough,
though you never knew.
the petals that were left
grew full and fresh again,
rejuvinated and alive,
and i was beautiful to you again.