The Wallflower

The wallflower shrivels
Into a ball of burning hate
I don’t know why she’s come to this
Perhaps the water came a bit too late

Perhaps the sun came down a tad too bright
Perhaps too long lasted lonely night
Perhaps so long went on the drought
That abundance brought on only doubt

Now the wallflower shrivels,
Assumes that it’s fate;
And if it always was to come to this
Why bother with the wait?

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