Hurt by words and despicable deeds
I am beaten, my bruised heart bleeds
Broken I am but not shattered
I will not splinter and strew about
Like stones or thorns that may hurt
Though wrecked, a flower I had been
My silky petals are lifeless and pale
Still I spread them on your trail
Broken I am, but I still do adore
So I lay in offering at your door
Step on me and tread Ur way out
I was true, so l love u without doubt.
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