She was an ...Untouched Flower
She was an...Untouched Flower Half bitten face by chemicals, Made me everyone's sister, But none made their partner. Longing to be one's beloved. Scared of coloured solutions. Scared of my own reflections. Pointing fingers in the crowd, Points to my half burnt heart. Today standing here, With some wise hairs, I understood love can't be snatched. Here's the same old untouched floret, Touched finally by the light, And sleeping peacefully...