the rosepetal girl ~

the rosepetal girl lived here

in a dream of her own

until her dreams were crushed

she was on borrowed time under the sun

she was trying to be good, as girls are good

she had learned to please, as girls learn to please

but not herself

on the morning of her last broken dream

she looked at light, through windows

she plucked a last flower

in the house where dreams died

she remembered herself, &

how things felt alone

or who she was, or might have been

there was light breaking on a distant shore

the life she’d led would be no more…

my roses
my roses

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