A poem relating the loss of innocence to a flower being crushed.


What does one do

With a flower that’s been crushed?

What was once Beautiful

Is now but a stem,

And a tarnished Memory

What does one do?

What can one do?

Does one toss it away,

Or does one nurture it?

Can a flower without petals

Become Beautiful again?

Innocence lost

Means petals crushed.

Alive, yes, but Worthless.

Why would you allow yourself

To be Crushed?

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