Category : Poems

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I had flowers
Growing in the middle of Winter,
Giving purpose
To the hands of a sinner.

Had to give them my all.
I swore on my life.
Who could have known
I'm cursed with strife.

Come to find out, 
I regretted the instance.
My smile brings droughts
Although it always glistens.

I watched petals
Disappear in the air.
I'm sorry I couldn't 
Handle them with care.