She was a flower in a sea of weeds
Always stretching up for the sun but never quite reaching
No one ever thought of her needs
Her eyes weeping tears and her 💓 always bleeding
She was a flower set adrift at sea
Always fighting the current and seeking the land
Dragged by the tide never truly free
No on was there to guide her way or lend her a hand
She is a flower now crumpled lying dead on the floor
She was beaten and torn, colour drained and body rumpled
In peace may her spirit finally reach the sun, never look back just continue to soar