I’m a dried up ROSE
The folded LETTER in a box,
I’m the baggage to your TRIP
The one who holds all your PRECIOUS thoughts,
I’m the SPILLED coffee on the table
The brown DISCOLORATION on the shirt
I’m the OUTSPOKEN conscience
The child PLEADING to be held,
I’m the rock being THROWN through a window,
I’m the child WEEPING in the corner,
I’m the book that NEVER was written,
I’m a MISSED call,
A gun that was always LOADED
But never SHOT.
I’m the bulb about to go OUT
But I would rather be a bird WITHOUT wings
Than try and SOAR.
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