The rebel prince!
rosynla
where their tears stain the ground,
and the flowers turn
into dirt.
The tears thing is a bit cliche.
You're on the right track though.
3nodding
Hnnnnnnnnn
I don't really know how to fix that.
I liked it
gonk
maybe i should just submit this one instead... (to fizzlesticks' contest, I mean)
My little jar of secrets
Shatter and blow away
Birds struggling against the clouds
On a windy summer day
Shards of my solitude
Glitter on the ground
Spread across the burning concrete
Not to by me by found
I let go of my secrets
I won't hold them any longer
Without the pregnancy of shame
I can only grow stronger
The pieces of paper
Clouds in a cloudless sky
Flying to the treetops
As I silently cry
Although I am free, I still carry
The pain of so many years
Of carrying this jar of secrets
Of wishes, of wants, of fears
So I watch the slips fly away
Into the blue infinity
And the glass melt into the ground
Leaving me, finally, free