Like A Flower - Poem by Cynthia Gomez
I’m like a flower in the dessert on a summer day.
Sitting in silence and withering away.
Running out of tears while burning in the flame.
Nothing again will ever be the same.
I took in your warmth and you took my life.
Why didn’t you just stab me with a knife?
I can no longer wait for a reassuring night/knight.
So you win this fight.
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