The little girl overwatering her plants
Not knowing when to stop giving
Grew up still wearing her colorful pants
Caring about all that is living
Ignoring the cruel the world imposes
Made blind to the hurt people can bring
Now she treats red flags like roses
Happy to be handed anything
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
