Ok. This is my first try at blogging so I am just going to drop my poem as the first thing I post here. Looking forward to better content from this day forward. So here it is:
Little flower
The tears dried from her face
Sticky sweat remained
Heaves and sighs
Dreadful hurtful plight
Pain again and again
Dry flesh could not maintain
Her eyes before were white
Her heart before was right
Her skin before was tight
Now red wrong and dark as night
Bitter black blue
Became the thoughts of little flower bright
For the one she once knew
Who did to her what he felt was right
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