Let her know...
Petals crushed and torn, thrown to the wind, lost and forlorn.A dimming light, struggling to survive; broken dreams - it pains to be alive.
She hurts, she cries; she yearned for warmth - she got cold lies.
She was pure and free, honest and vulnerable: a delicate beauty.
Yet she was lonely, and longed for company. She found friends - they turned out not to be.
She found lovers, or so they claimed to be: they decieved her with their lies - left her bruised and empty.
She had no one to guide her, no one to make her see, that some people jsut aren't what they appear to be.
Pray she may know that there are others out there, ones who care: who will take those crushed petals and breathe on them fresh air, ones who will nurture her light, her dreams, make her glad to be alive; ones who will comfort her when she cries, and when she yearns for warmth thinking all is lost, give her the will to survive.
posted by liquid @ 10:34 AM
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