SuburbanPoet

She's into physics and art, she's smart, has heart- She laughs, and cries, she has beautiful eyes- and all the while, I sit here and dream, of my other half, who I need here with me.

The flower only grows when supported by others The flower cannot grow right if there is no sun The flower only blooms when treated with love The flower is strong, but too weak to last long In short, the flower would be gone, if others didn't help. However- The flower is cut if not beautiful enough Isn't it cruel how we leave those ones in the muck? We leave the ugly ones to die, we don't love them enough Because the pretty ones are keepers, the ugly ones are cheaper It's tragic the way it works, how we deny life to some Just because they aren't the prettiest flower in the bunch

This poem is to a friend of mine whom I've never met She asks me questions that Im not sure what to think of Always thinks that I will know the answer I promise one day that she will be happy But everyday I speak to her it seems that will never happen She always says she's sorry and looks for forgiveness When she never did anything wrong to begin with Surely she is a survivor Dealing with problems no mortal should have to face I don't know what else to say How can someone live this way? Truly she is tragic, if only you knew her. She's the one you try to avoid, slowly dying inside, but you didn't know that, you never bothered to eve