I shield you from the breeze,
Hold you when you sneeze
In case you snap,
Break down at my knees,
Collapse and give up hope.
I saw you bloom,
A bright and shining flower
In your day,
Then I watched you wilt
And lose your petals,
Colour fading as your winter came.
You must lie in barren soil
At night-
You are so weak,
Too weak to win the fight,
The game we play called Life,
Survive.
It hurts to watch you suffer,
Your colours were always so unique,
But now you grow ever-closer
To the perfect image you so desperately seek.
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