I feel like a flower.
Pretty pink and green.
Golden glow.
Without a mind.
Without a thought to harm such a beautiful thing.
But I woke up.
The thoughts came back.
It all turned dark and black.
Once so beautiful and light.
Is now so beautiful and dark.
I never thought I'd see the day.
Everything has changed.
Still so beautiful.
Now so deadly.
Now so beautiful.
Still so attractive.
Stay away.
Lock your doors.
Windows.
But no.
You'll need more.
Who knew who is gonna become a beautiful dark flower next.
I'm so sorry.
I'll be back.
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Broken Wings
Poetry'For someone so small you're pretty strong. For someone so brave you're pretty shy. For someone so observant you're pretty abnormal.' For someone like me it's pretty hard to decide who I wanna be or where I want to fit in. So this isn't exactly poet...
