~There was once rage in those memories
Which are now very quiet
Either they are dimming
Or she doesn't want to recall
The rose she used to admire for centuries
It holds no significance in her sight
Either the fondness is fading
Or her heart doesn't permit tenants
Wondering how unproblematic it was
To break all the ties
Like it was bound to happen, right?
Either this so called Emotion is dying
Or she is relying on her fate ~
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Wildflower
Poetry||Wattpad featured|| WILDFLOWER. a flower of an uncultivated variety or a flower growing freely without human intervention. "Like a wildflower, she spent her days Allowing herself to grow .Not many people knew her struggle But eventually all knew...
