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I need positivity like a sunflower needs the sun So what do I do when I'm given none? I'm fed poison and breathe out joy Bringing life through photosynthesis Using my outward appearance to make people smile But I'm cut at the stem To be given to some much more special than I And slowly start to rot I'm given as a gift Once I wither away and my fresh scent is gone They throw me away and keep moving on No one thinks about the sunflowers Until they're gone.
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
The Sunflowers
I need positivity like a sunflower needs the sun So what do I do when I'm given none? I'm fed poison and breathe out joy Bringing life through photosynthesis Using my outward appearance to make people smile But I'm cut at the stem To be given to some much more special than I And slowly start to rot I'm given as a gift Once I wither away and my fresh scent is gone They throw me away and keep moving on No one thinks about the sunflowers Until they're gone.
Zipya
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
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