She, The flower ......
Down in all her memory lane, there's this flower, I can't see in pain, Hiding behind the drop of rain The eyes heavy with tears, all you see is fear in there She, The flower with her legs deep in the soil, crawling, spreading, gently but strong, she, The flower newly flourished, sweet and the young Her steam, thin and green Holding her inner self all in, Her arms moist and fresh Growing day by day as if it was on a race, she, with a glowing face, No one could ever resist, Her eyes, Deeper than the ocean, Her hair, Darker than the forest, Her smile, brighter than any sunny day, She, being bright and beautiful plenty of hands were ready to lay, Her beauty becoming the cost Anyone wants to pay, She, on the edge of Riverdale with her perfection on sale, When the sun went down, stars and the moon she was expecting Never showed up, she was left alone Scared, panicked, and exhausted She was no longer able to grow, Growing weak and shattered, Footprint...