Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Isa, Jan 6, 2006.

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  1. Isa

    Isa Well-Known Member

    I cup my hands
    around a tiny flower and cry onto my hands
    the tears dont hit the flower
    im saving it from that
    i cry and cry
    and wretch my heart out
    protecting the flower from my sins
    and when i stop crying
    when i finally stop
    ill open my hands
    and it has died
    from having no light
    but i love that flower
    dont die for me

    For my best friend whos life is even worse than mine, we both try to save each other and we cant, and were both falling apart.

    If you are falling apart dont try and save someone else. Please.
  2. daniel666

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  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    I like this poem. :smile:
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