Wildflower
WILDFLOWER
WILTED, MEEK
AND TIRED AS CAN BE
AWAITING
A DROP OF RAIN
I RAISE MY
PETALS TO FACE THE
SUN
I’M LIKE THEM
WE ARE THE SAME
YOU SEE ME HERE
BUT YOU DON’T CARE
YOU NEVER
PAY ME ANY MIND
BUT I STILL
RAISE MY PETALS TO
BLOOM
THOUGH I’M
NOT YOUR CHOSEN KIND
ONE DAY I’LL GET
THAT DROP OF RAIN
POURED OUT FROM THE
SKY
AND I WILL STRETCH
MY PETALS OUT
REGARDLESS OF THE
LIE
THAT
SOMEHOW I AM LESS
THAN THOSE FLOWERS
YOU TEND SO MUCH
I WILL
FLOURISH FROM THE
SKYS' PURE LOVE
WITHOUT YOUR GENTLE
TOUCH.
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