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,

Footprints behind her were the only thing that mattered,

The moment of truth finally came knocking 

Hearing someone behind whispering and talking,

Paralyzed and numb as the hands-on her steam was strong

Pulling her soul out of the soil, 

Unleashed her cover of happiness and dream

The only thing that she kept on doing was to scream,

Her roots, torn apart

Her steam, uncovered

Her leaves fell apart

Her flower, turning pale

Her petals, falling down turn by turn

Smooched and Squashed

Leaving a color of red, as she couldn't dignify her head,

Now, she no longer was herself from that dusk to the dawn

Leaving a flower die alone,

Her voice in a grave shuttered

Becoming a voice of unheard.