Monday, October 19, 2009

Wilted Weed

It was the most beautiful
Flower of them all
It wasn’t bright,
It didn’t smell good
Or was it even a whole weed
It wasn’t in a fancy bouquet
But it was the most beautiful gift ever
He picked it with love
And gave it with a smile,
A hug and kiss…
My heart was only a puddle on the floor
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