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Broken stems  Roots are dead  Petals are gone Droopy head  No breeze no wind no life no air  Hearts broken  So many cuts  Hearts open  He held it made it his own  Looked at my reflection said I'm his ...

Broken stems 

Roots are dead 

Petals are gone

Droopy head 

No breeze no wind no life no air 

Hearts broken 

So many cuts 

Hearts open 

He held it made it his own 

Looked at my reflection

said I'm his clone

This was his home 

This was his life 

This was his zone 

It got deeper 

He changed his tone 

His number was danger

scared to pick up the phone 

This feeling of love became unknown 

Like his character 

I was never his judge 

More like his barrister 

He made his actions of my decisions

then judged me after

Used taunts and laughter 

If only he could see himself

 

 

 

 

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