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Angelic Warrior


A flower


A flower, a flower
wont anyone give me a flower?

But no one stops, no one listens
I am no more than a shadow calling out
though shielding away from the light

Afraid to be hurt more than I have been
Searching for someone to help
but find nothing but refusal and hurt

A flower, a flower,
wont anyone give me a flower?

But no one looks, no one cares

I am drifting now
afraid to ask anymore...

Wouldn't want to ruin their beautiful day
with my dark cold heart
-Goodbye now

Submitted: Saturday, November 21, 2009

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  • Travis Lepine (11/24/2009 10:17:00 AM)

    My god, I would honorably give you a thousand flowers if i had them. You have intense emotional feel to your poetry and I love it. Not just this poem but all of them. I love your work. I love your emotions. (Report) Reply

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