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Alicia Moore Jul 2020
and the rose as our messenger,
I kissed the petals she left behind,
with high hopes that my warm touch
can find her once more.
Andreya Celeste Jul 2020
you placed all this pain and uneasiness you were feeling into this beautiful and healthy flower.
you plucked each of its petals off one by one to ensure that the person you had dreamt about every night would love you.
you plucked the petals off of one flower, then two flowers, then four, always ending with the phrase "they love me not."
you ruined the lives of those amazing flowers only to find out that they will never love you.
maybe this is what greed does to us.
we lash out all of our sorrow onto other amazing beings because we don't know how to love ourselves.
we ruin the lives of so many others because we don't know how to love ourselves.
but darling, here is your reminder:
you are blossoming
you are blooming
you are beautiful
and most importantly
you are loved.
you don't have to be showcased in a vase and displayed to the world to know that you are beautiful.
the ones growing in between the cracks are doing just as fine.
you may keep wondering if that certain someone loves you.
but the question that I am wondering is,
do you love you?
love yourself first. if you're struggling to realize that, just know that I love you <3
I see so many;
But can't find one for help
The help to find a clue for her Bone_shattered mystery
The secret behind each smile of history
The tension between us in a lucid memory

I see some misunderstandings in your Eyes
When you fly high to touch the sky
I let your heart rest in peace
Like a flower in the snow
If you feel it's gonna be fragile
No matter
I'm here to seize
In a twinkling of a star!
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Cox Jul 2020
I want to live in your bloom.
Like a red blood cell in your vein, forever apart of you.
watching you gracefully conquer life,
maturing into the flower you needed to be.
William Marr Jul 2020
standing by the window
an emaciated vase
is singing a sentimental ballad
while tearing down
from its heart
petal by petal
the withered
love
Lane O Jul 2020
Oh, young sunflower!
facing east towards the Sun.
You follow her for hours,
till dusk when day's done.
Her light shines bright;
colors -- vivid and deep.
But when her light ebbs
do you droop and weep?
Renée Brookes Jul 2020
A flower’s beauty,
may blossom remarkably,
in harsh conditions;
plugging the funnel: nurture,
in light of one’s true nature.
SCAIZE Jul 2020
i was once hate one thing
i was once hate to see them blooming
then i saw you were running
rushing towards me to say something

i was told that the falling petals are beautiful too
and the wind loves them too
it makes them keep dancing
even after the end of the spring

now i let the petals dance along
and when our fate come through
i promise to dance for you
to say thank you
special thanks to N.Flying's Flower Fantasy.
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