Wild forest flower

Rough around the edges but a tender center

This is my wild forest flower
Short and slender with long flowing blonde hair 
This is my wild forest flower
A loving heart that goes beyond what I can see
This is my wild forest flower

I want to hold my flower in my hands 
Wondering why she holds back and refuses to stand
I water it every now and then to watch it grow
But it takes too long because it?s a little slow
So I wait patiently for the flower to begin to rise
Even though I can still hear the weeping willows cries

Firm and hard headed but with a loving touch
This is my wild forest flower
Always hiding and always scared like a little child
This is my wild forest flower
The only one im willing to be with anymore
This is my wild forest flower

A darkened hush rises in the sky above my flower
The roots slowly exposing themselves out of fear 
A fore fire begins in the distance soon to consume it
The fire rages ready to consume the small thing in power
This little bitty flower that I love and hold so dear
but I laugh because I know how this fire got lit 

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Sunniva . c:

11.06.2011 kl.14:43

Aw. :3


11.06.2011 kl.15:28

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Marte Smith

Marte Smith

18, Nøtterøy

18 år gammel AUFer fra Nøtterøy. Ble skadet på Utøya 22.juli. På denne bloggen har jeg skrevet min Utøya-historie, jeg skriver om min hverdag og litt om mine meninger. Kontakt: martesmith@live.no