She was a Flower

NinjaGirl

The flower was picked

Ripped off of the stem

Torn through the green flesh

It bleeds juice everywhere

 

I picked a flower

I thought it was pretty

I touched the soft petals

And they fell and died

 

The flower cries

It was beautiful

But it wilts on the cement

And is stepped on by strangers

 

I liked the flower

But the moment is over

I don't know what happened to it

And I don't really care.

  • Author: NinjaGirl (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 30th, 2025 19:42
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Creative a dual perspective and a sad story. Nicely done

    • NinjaGirl

      Thank you so much!

    • Tom Dylan

      A fine write. Nicely done.

      • NinjaGirl

        Thank you!



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