Songs of Life
Lost Innocence Stolen Virtue
My flower was uprooted, and I watch her fade.
Her vibrant colors bleed into the soil.
What fruit is left will turn sour as she dies within her husk.
Talking to my flower returns no life to her withered bloom.
I know if she would answer I could convince her to survive,
But she won't even recognize her demise.
I cry for her innocence lost.
After planting her seed and provided for her needs,
I watched as my flower grew.
But the violence she endured was too much for her to bear.
I offer her my strength, and I keep quite because I must.
Though pressed and dried, in spite of everything I've tried,
I know she will soon crumble to dust.
I cry for her innocence lost.
It's too late in the season to replant my garden,
But maybe I could gently replant her roots.
With nurturing and care she might become aware,
That she's still special, she is one of a kind.
Like a memory in a photograph she remains in view.
My flower lives but she is still elusive to my touch.
I cry for her innocence lost.
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By rcpollitz
© 2003 rcpollitz (All rights reserved)
Her vibrant colors bleed into the soil.
What fruit is left will turn sour as she dies within her husk.
Talking to my flower returns no life to her withered bloom.
I know if she would answer I could convince her to survive,
But she won't even recognize her demise.
I cry for her innocence lost.
After planting her seed and provided for her needs,
I watched as my flower grew.
But the violence she endured was too much for her to bear.
I offer her my strength, and I keep quite because I must.
Though pressed and dried, in spite of everything I've tried,
I know she will soon crumble to dust.
I cry for her innocence lost.
It's too late in the season to replant my garden,
But maybe I could gently replant her roots.
With nurturing and care she might become aware,
That she's still special, she is one of a kind.
Like a memory in a photograph she remains in view.
My flower lives but she is still elusive to my touch.
I cry for her innocence lost.
.
By rcpollitz
© 2003 rcpollitz (All rights reserved)
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Lost Innocence Stolen Virtue
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