Dried Petals

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Pain can damage allot of things

Submitted: November 21, 2011

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All that is left is pain,

All I do is cry like rain,

 I lay on my withered garden,

I lay and tears come rolling down my eyes,

I curled myself into a ball and hold my knees,

I used to come here,

Smell the flowers,

Look at the green grass,

Now all that is left is withered grass,

Dried petals,

Easy to break,

Easy to crack,

With a mist of wind,

The petals fall,

Lay dead on the ground,


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