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Kchan: Another one of my not-so-happy poems, once again for Tobira's story, "The Nobody Tuesday" if she ever decides to update again. ::winks:: Just kiddding. Hope you all like it.
Gardenia
Who would have guessed,
That such a beautiful
flower,
Could have such ugly
thorns?
You can’t stand upright anymore,
And face the sun.
Instead, I watch as
you, my poor flower,
Wilt and rot on the
cold floor.
You poisonous flower,
You can’t sting me
anymore,
Your ugly thorns have
no grip on me.
And as you wilt and
fade away,
I won’t have to look
at you anymore.