A Faded Flower

by evilnymphstuff

When I was about 13 years old I was fascinated about songwriting. I loved to write… and what is better for a young teenage than to express her messy feelings by a song. Well in fact I only wrote. I did not know – and I still do not – how to compose a song, with the melodies and staffs…

I was flipping through the pages of my small ‘songs’ copybook and I found a short and lovely one called ‘A Faded Flower’ which I want to share with you today.

faded flower

I love you;
That’s why I cry at night.

I need you;
You’re the sunshine of my life.

I feel you
Keep your heart away.

You broke me;
I’m falling to pieces.

* * *

I miss you,
Your smile and lovely eyes.

I need you,
Your love, your presence near me.

I love you:
A feeling that make me dream.

You broke it
By being distant to me.

* * *

I hate you:
That’s what reflect your eyes.

Uselessly
I waited for you in the cold.

* * *

I love you;
That’s why I cry at night.

I can’t believe that I was that depressive… :P

Anyway, any teen has its depression period, right?

An Evil Nymph.

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17 Comments to “A Faded Flower”

  1. Sell this song to taylor swift or avrail lavigne,……They would rock it with a guitar in the background ;)

  2. Hello my young lyricist,
    Not depressive, melodramatic as your young mind and heart should be. I like the passion your words hold. So much angst in what people say is impossible for teens to really know is a misnomer. How wrong ad narrow minded to think this true. Just reading this lovely piece is witness to the deep current of emotions that run through someone like you. Please never stop recording your most inner and deep feelings.

    Copywrite! Copywrite! When you’re posting here own what you share

  3. Daphnee, you truly are beautiful inside and out and one day i hope i’ll hear you sing this :) you’re amazing!

  4. Even adults feel that way sometimes ’cause we never seen to completely lose the heart of child no matter what age Daphnee. Great poem! Blessings, Terri

  5. I love this poem… the beauty of being young (a long time ago for me) is the depth of passion that can be felt… you’ve expressed this so wonderfully here.

  6. Ha! It’s ok, all teens do it and we all understand. This is a good expression of it though. At least you never said that anything was black like your soul, y’know?

  7. So beautiful Daph, beautiful as the flower is :)
    I remember your pinkish cheeks :P

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