A Childish Memory (37)

Tears form in my eyes
Water in my hair
Your truth I despise
And how you pretend that you care.

My mouth set in a firm line
You dont look up
No I'm not fine
Your mouth opens then shuts.

Flowers still grow in my room
A scent so sweet I can't forget
It will wilt but
One day it will grow again.

Grown as a rose, so free
Along with a little girls lies
It remembers a childish memory
Washed with that little girls cries.

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