Just a Flower

Such a pretty wilted flower, picked and left in a vase to wither away,

Pressed between the pages of a book to be admired in a thousand days.

Such a pretty frosted rose, 

Frozen to preserve beauty.

Such a bright outlook on such a dark world,

Brightening every room. 

She can turn drops of water into glitter,

Spreading a warming smile.

Wipes away tiny tears, 

Drawing a sword and fighting demons.

Such a magical rose, 

Blooming again after being burned.

Like a pheonix rising again, 

Reborn fire proof. 

Indestructable against any man,

Nothing cures your addiction quite like she can.