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Petals

January 8, 2014
By TillieAnn BRONZE, Macon, Illinois
TillieAnn BRONZE, Macon, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"We are all just stories in the end. So make it a good one, eh?" - Doctor Who


As a young child,
I would go out and pick a flower.
Flowers are pretty, picking them is fun.
Then I would torture this flower,
Tearing off it’s petals it grew,
One by one.
He loves me,
He loves me not.
He loves me,
He loves me not.
Over and over.
Killing the poor defenseless piece of nature.
I’ve grown,
After years and years,
I don’t go to those flowers now.
Instead, I torture myself.
He loves me,
He loves me not.
I miss him,
I miss him not.
Thoughts and thoughts,
Coursing through my head.
I’v began to pick off my petals now,
Pieces of my heart crashing to the floor.
He loves me,
He loves me not.



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on Jan. 11 2014 at 10:50 am
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Favorite Quote:
As long we are breathing, we will overcome

This is incredibly relatable and disturbing how true 

on Jan. 11 2014 at 12:12 am
Ayleebay_forever BRONZE, Tombstone, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths to take, but by the number of moments that take your breath away.

I really love this poem, especially how it expresses real emotion.

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