She was as delicate,
as a flower.
But with time, all her beautiful petals,
had fallen off because of her sadness.
He left, her bestfriend left,
All her leaves, weren't green,
Anymore.
She broke a little inside;
Slowly, with time,
The delicate, beautiful,
flower, died.
She was Orphic.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:52 AM UTC
She was as delicate,
as a flower.
But with time, all her beautiful petals,
had fallen off because of her sadness.
He left, her bestfriend left,
All her leaves, weren't green,
Anymore.
She broke a little inside;
Slowly, with time,
The delicate, beautiful,
flower, died.
She was Orphic.
