I wrote this one night when I was very tired and mad at my mom. Please read.

Wilted Flower

Like a flower,

She went down.

Crushed apon,

The cold hard gound.

A brocken heart,

On pedals wing.

A fadded life,

A flowers end.

A wilt, a sigh,

A fall, a tear.

Side by side,

They wilt and die.

And that is that. please review, even if you hated it.

Rebellion Author