Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2016
I've never been a proud rose.
I've never been a wallflower.

I was always just a daisy.
One of thousands in the meadow.

I was like everyone else. But different. Somehow.
The old game of knowing the own worth.
Sarah
Written by
Sarah  Germany
(Germany)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems