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Flowers,
Cupped in delicate hands,
Tears of crystal,
Cut through the beauty,
And only Truth will shine,
But not this,
This unlovely endearing Truth,
The hurt that clings so close,
The petals falling,
As I fall,
As We fall,
So far from innocence,
What are we,
But a name?
Scribbled on paper,
Once it's crinkled-
It can't be perfect;
I'm sorry I can't be perfect,
I'm just a rose,
Torn from Life,
Bleeding Death,
The hands that hold me,
Crush my dreams,
Darkness closing,
They're part of me,
At single glance, they seem to care,
But not for me.
I'm cast aside,
Abandoned,
Unloved but Needed,
Suffocating, I lash back,
Don't care for your wounds,
Maybe you should've given a F**k about mine,
All things heal with time,
All alone,
A flower in the muck,
Cradled in my hands,
Falling into the water,
Held in my tears,
Watching Myself fall,
Away from God,
Away from Perfection,
Away from you.
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