each petal falls to the ground

with a he loves me not

all the hurt that is found

the happiness that is lost

Work your way through the dirt

only to find your stuck in quicksand

you pray for your prince to come along

to give you his saving hand.

you build up all your hopes

and they shatter to the floor

as he tells you he needs someone, something more

more pretty? more caring?

more funny? more daring?

as you sink in the mud

of heartache and pain

you realize you fall in these traps

day after day

instead of waiting for some man,

trust in yourself

you dont need his helping hand

to get out of this mess

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Melly Johnson's picture

Wow, this one is really good. Your poems are awesome, I can feel I relate to some of them. :)