A/N: So, first poem in ages xD Reviews will be much appreciated ^.^
Withered
by Kat
I don't mind the thorns,
that clutch to my flesh
like piercing daggers
For the marks they'll leave,
I shall wear them as
signs of victory.
But as I see the petals
darken and wither,
and fall,
I can't help but feel sorrow
for as the thorns have left marks,
the once soft petals
have just fell
and faded into ignorance...
