Wilted Flower Poem by Sarah Pesta

Wilted Flower



I can't forget a face
The face which made my flower grow
Blooming without the need of rain
Or the warm light of the sun

I can't forget those spoken words to me
Words I tried to ignore
Making my flower react to the way I do
With me, I was shedding tears, my flower, falling apart

I can't erase the words from my mind
My tears pour more, making it hard to breathe
The flower you gave me is withering slowly
Not long from now, it will wilt and never bloom again

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