Losing Her Flower

Her mother liked to call her Flower

because her eyes had bloomed at Belle's birthing hour.

Belle grew up, blosomed into a young woman,

confidence like her father's, though she never knew him.

She was like a bright, beautiful light,

shining in the darkness of the world like a brave knight.

It started out with just a sentence plus a word,

typed by a ruthless someone with their morals blurred.

"It wasn't supposed to go as far as it did,"

the criminal said to the other kids.

They shook their heads sadly

as the blamed girl sputtered out an excuse badly.

At the flower's funeral, her mother said,

"I lost my daughter; she's dead.

A beautiful flower, my Isabelle.

Why did you do this?" the mother yelled.

"I don't know. It didn't feel like it would hurt her that much." the convicted party griped.

"What you did isn't right."

"I know. I shouldn't have written those nasty words,

or spread those rumors that ruined her world."

"Nothing you say will make Belle come back to me,

and that just makes my heart bleed.

For the actions you decided to choose,

I can never forgive you."