Wilting Roses and Dieing Willows
Witing roses and Dieing willows,
My head is face down in the pillows.
Tears are running down my face,
My heart is running a race.
Im confused,hurt, and lost.
My parents made mistakes and I’m paying the cost.
My petals are wilting,
My heart it melting.
My tears are falling like rain,
Im filled with worry andpain.
The one thing that keeps me going?
No pain lasts forever, no matter how much is showing.
by sunshineskie pinky
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