As she lay on the concrete, broken down in tears...I see beauty.

A sun kissed flower..the morning dew dripping from the petals in its early awakenings.

Awakened and shaken, she lay with black laced tears and make up smears..

To weak to help herself.. but strong enough to keep going.

The Roots grew far enough to keep her still from the wind blowing.

When lonely flowers are spotted..they'er picked..and then they die.

But when lonely souls are spotted...they always Survive.

Child whipe away your tears and the flowers honey dew

This poem here...is for the beauty in you.