My Poetry and the Like

The Shy Flower

She had started to die

Her petals started to brown
And on her pretty face was a frown

I smiled and brightened
But she was too frightened
to lighten

Her life has been hard
It broke into shards
when she was recently scarred
and without any guard

She wanted to wilt
because she had guilt
about letting others tilt

But I knew she was kind
but she had become blind

Now all she knew was me

--- I would like to dedicate this poem to insanitykills99; she is my best friend in the world and she has been given the hardest challenges one could face. I love you, Tarissa and I hope we will always stay the best of friends.