Frozen lillies that await
their fate,
sitting on a cold ground made of stone
and white lace,
Feeling sorry for those pale petals
frozen in place,
Wishing on a burned out star-
Much too late
to save them
from a fate that isnt right for them
or for me;
because i am like those frozen lillies,
Untouched for so long
Waiting for a dream never to come true,
a fate forever sealed,
and wounds forever unhealed.
