Dear Sally


Dear Sally, 
The prom queen,
I see your fake smile that you put on. 
I see your deep blue eyes hiding your pain. 
Her soul was a garden.
She needed flowers. 
All she had was dirt and a single rose.
The rose was dying. 
Then the rose died. 
Nobody wanted to water it.
I wish I did. 
But wishing won’t bring the flower back to life: 
I’m sorry Sally I let you down.

  • Author: NikitaPassmore (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 26th, 2023 02:53
  • Category: Letter
  • Views: 7

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