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By Victoria V.
Grade 9, Michigan

Withered flower
Half a moon
Milk turned sour
All to soon

You left me now
No return
You didn't show
You left my heart with a burn

Your smile, your love
You took away
As beautiful as a white dove
Now without it day after day

Blame me, blame you
I don't mind
Shout till your blue
Remember you use to say love is blind

Now I'll say something
I love you
You have the key, and unlocked your box
YOu released your love for all to share