It's around midnight
My feet kiss the cold, hard floor
I should have worn socks

The dying flower
Wilting, rotting, crumbling
No one hears you fall

Look all you want but she won't be there

Some things in life just aren't that fair

You shameful lady
Upon your back, stains of sin
Red for all to see

Oh child, goodbye
For they wish for you leave
Oh woman, stand strong

I bring you a message,  one simple and true

Want what is real, not plenty but few

You shouldn't look past such small events

To absorb every scene, all the colors, all the scents

See yourself change while time passes by

The times that you live, the times that you cry

Little do we acknowledge small parts of our lives

Things that have no meaning but are sharp as knives

In some cases, we will never see the things

Life will still go on, even if you miss the message this poem brings

You promised me light
You shine all throughout the day
Yet vanish at night

Hold on tight dear friends
For if you let go, good bye
The crowd is too strong

Oh precious baby
Blanketed in dirt and sun
Watered with my tears

Blood flows through her veins
Thoughts threaten to make it spill
Yet her heart still beats