A CACTUS
She was like a cactus,
they couldn't appreciate her,
nor see her worth,
or love her the way she is
because they think
she will just prickle them,
and through their eyes,
she's not that beautiful.
Yes, she may not be beautiful like the other flowers,
but she will still bloom wildly different,
and you will see her thrive.
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Weeping Nights
PoetryWeeping Nights is a collection of poetry and prose about feelings of pain, heartbreak, depression and some piece of advice. Highest Rank: #2 poemcontest 03/15/22
