Not so cliche
I put my guard down and made a friend
Soil absorbed, the sparkle did blend.
I Nurtured it, doing protection spell,
Knowing ! My own demons ran out of hell.
Following, screaming loud in my ears,
The betrayal, again put me in tears.
I was hurt, my wrath didn't disappear,
She did invite in my fears.
Trembling covered my bruises with snow
A voice whispered to let it go.
Let them for once, water or wish for rain,
And the Flory grew never again.
Shades of happy endings they say,
Well ! Darling life is not a cliche.