My love is like a flower
Delicate and fragile
Easily broken by someone taller
Someone new
I used to hide it from others
Afraid my flower would be taken
Given away
But you, you hold it gently
Careful and kind
Watering it
And letting it grow
And so I gave you my flower
You took it, gratefully
And now,
We are one
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Are You Satisfied? (Poetry)
PoetrySociety holds us down- in more ways then one. Its chains wrap around our arms and legs, pulling us farther away from our true selves. Tell me, are you satisfied? ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ Mention of Bl**d Mention of Su!cid3 Mention of r@p3
