othing is changed at the end of the day.
Looks of disgust thrown her way.
Can't get past the dislike,
You go out of your way to find wrong.
She is my flower, she is your thorn.
Just being who she is
Wanting to be seen
Hold her at arms length
You can't let her in.
Walking on egg shells, she lets down her guard.
Naturally she is to blame.
She wants to please you but instead she burdens you.
She is my flower, she is your thorn.
Such a big heart for a young child.
Sensetive and kind.,
To this you are blind.
There is no me without her.
We travelt his road together.
She needs me to stand up and show her i care.
For her i need to be strong.
For her maybe i need to move on.
Give her love,
Nurture and care for her.
So she can be the beautiful flower she strives to be.
So she can grown strong and broom.
So she can be the flower that she so deserves to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem