Like wilted rose under the 
scorching sun
Her beauty suddenly faded
Not a thing can be undone.

When before hues of red petals
tainted her lips
Now it painted her face in
total eclipse.

Rolling her body over the
pricking thorns
that before were a testament
of a full life
But now caresses her in
****** forms.

Like wilted rose under the
scorching sun
This faded beauty, a tale of misery
And in her hand, a shiny gun.

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a sincere wish that, as each morning breaks, we mend

A painting may be a thousand words
but a thousand paintings can't paint her
A flower living off her own sunlight
A broken mirror that reflects inner beauty

Now all I've got are photos
Some sepia, digital, black and white
Though the colours don't really matter
Because my heart is black and blue

The memory in my camera
Is smaller than my memory of you
I remember everything that you do
And I'll never delete it.

Now, you're just in a picture frame,
And I need a new frame of mind.

she sits alone gazing out into the distance
her feet dangling in the water, she questions her existence
and the clouds look like they could fall out of the sky and engulf her;
she says she's not afraid to die
she's afraid of being average but the beauty of her mind betrays this
and she doesn't want to be a burden
a waste
the tears falling from her eyes are smudging the freckles on her face

whilst she sits alone, she plays with her hands
she doesn't mean to cry as her lungs expand and the simple epiphany
that her body is doing all it can to maintain her life
provides a profound ability to view the world differently
she realises she'll never get to live it twice
and she picks up two daisies
one in each hand
and all that's in front of her now is outstretched land
all the while, her tears were drying and with them the sadness subsided
she smiles and is grateful for the time she gets
to witness the world's chaos and madness colliding -
she'd rather be a part of it and watch the sun rise each morning
than let it all go and never see a new day dawning

the stars may implode sometimes and even the sky sheds it's tears
but those stars were full of particles essential for new life
and that sky is home to the rainbow,
awe rife at the sight
every individual has their fears, regrets and may become disheartened or depressed
but we're all on this rock together and no one's alone in their distress

sometimes you have to hold your own hand to make it through
you're strong, you can do this, i believe in you