A Broken Flower Love Poem by Daniela Cuellar

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdPCAqSNt-w/VMKOF4_zI2I/AAAAAAAAA0w/qctx9cMdg-c/s1600/a-broken-flower-Poem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdPCAqSNt-w/VMKOF4_zI2I/AAAAAAAAA0w/qctx9cMdg-c/s1600/a-broken-flower-Poem.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A Broken Flower</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Don't look at it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's not what it appears.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It smiles. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It laughs.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It is not real.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's hurt.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Touch it, it'll break.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Look at it, it'll drown.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It'll cry until it hurts.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's haunted.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The thoughts of you tear it apart.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Why can't it let go? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">What has it become?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It was once happy, now, just upset.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It was once laughing, now, cries until death.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Its heart was wide open, now, hard as a rock.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A smile.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It haunts it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It tears it apart.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Leave.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It doesn't want you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Why can't it let go?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A shadow.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Behind it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hurting.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So sore.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It will hide 'till forever.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Its want will not cease.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">You will not find it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It will not live in peace.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yes, it will fall.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fall as it please.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">You will not catch it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It will let go, as much as you call.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It will not answer, as much as you want.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It is done with you. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Leave.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It will cry out the hurt.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Don't look at it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Please.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It will let go.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's not what it appears.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It is not the real "me".</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Until someone comes back, like this it will be.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Touch it, it'll break.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Kiss it, it'll bleed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It doesn't want to hurt you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Please!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Leave it be!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It starts as a seed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It blooms as a flower.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It'll grow and it'll grow.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Grow by the hour.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Please let it go.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just let it hide.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Because after it blooms, it'll shrivel and die.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>

A Broken Flower Love Poem by Daniela Cuellar

A Broken Flower Don't look at it. It's not what it appears. It smiles.  It laughs. It is not real. It's hurt. Touch it, it'l...

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