samantha bridget


A Flower I Pick - Poem by samantha bridget

A flower I pick
From a bunch
I prick my hand
From a thorn
I bleed to death
With a rose
I rise above
To see the ones I love
A flower I pick
From a bunch
So I can see the ones I love


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 22, 2010



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