Monday, May 9, 2011

Precious Like A Flower

You broke her spirit
You broke her soul
With those little words
You killed her love.
She is precious,
She is sweet
She loved you more
Than anyone before.
Like a flower,
She drifted through life
Flowing with the current
Flying with the wind
She moved mountains,
She stole your heart.
You tore her down,
Pulled her apart
She was a flower,
Your flower,
And you killed her love.

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