Abandoned and forgotten,
A Lonely Flower is left behind by the ones she adores.
Weak,
Taunted.
She stands still.
Unable to grasp the ones she longed for;
That passed her, many eons ago.
Shrouded in for,
She cannot seem to break through.
Yearning to catch up and faces denial.
Now just a leaf in the wind;
Waiting for her ride of loneliness to pass.
Waiting to be found by her Masked One,
Who will claim,
This Lonely Flower.