Like a wilting flower
she shrinks to the background
Just a part of the scenery
she is insignificant by nature
No amount of glitter
can hide the emptiness inside
as the shallow cave where her eyes rest
dribbles tears through her worn out tear ducts
This wilting flower
will never bloom.
she shrinks to the background
Just a part of the scenery
she is insignificant by nature
No amount of glitter
can hide the emptiness inside
as the shallow cave where her eyes rest
dribbles tears through her worn out tear ducts
This wilting flower
will never bloom.
