
You drank greedily of my nectar, and left inside, no sweet drop, to keep me alive
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 218 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-22-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2417704
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You picked the pedals, of my love
And recited, as you did, a much known song
You pulled at my roots, wanting nothing more,
then to claim my body as yours
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You drank greedily of my nectar,
and left inside, no sweet drop to keep me alive
You stole from me all my colors, my red and green,
and kept them only for your glee
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Ripped from my stem, every piece of innocence I,
once had, you take from me
You bent violently, my leaves, so that you, it seems,
could pull me closer, to hear me scream
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You deprived me of water and sun,
for now, I am withered and dying
You forced me into places I could not stand
So that only you could have me
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And now all of my colors, have faded
My once sweet scent, gone sour
The spine that held me up, broken
All my beautiful pedals, picked
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Now I am only a shadow, of the
Girl flower that once was
Now I am only a memory, of the
Boy who stole my love
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Unable to move, no one to protect me
So broken and weak, I can't stop the cry
On the wooden floor of his bedroom,
forced from my home, alone, I die
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