Even the dirt moss is more attended to
Sometimes I wish to be a rose just like you
So in a bouquet you can present me
To your lover, confess or gift
If not then take me to the deceased
But this wallflower have nothing to give
All the gardens but it never fits
Forever distinct from the gardener's gleam
The lone star in the north part
Too scared to join
From the cluster always afar
Where the moonlight doesn't reach
And you hear no thing,
In dim lit corners it weeps
The shooting star on which you wish
Don't come close, I have a child in me
Too frail to talk and too frail to leave
I can't seperate her, she's a part of me
She can't come up with words to speak
Afraid of gazes bearing deep within
Let me be the wallflower, it's comforting
Though sometimes I too wish the spotlight
Jealousy has become a routine and I still can't do anything about it
My roots are trapped like a tapestry
Entangled with the past and anxious for what's to come in
Some flowers are to be left alone
Some with their thorns and some with their thoughts
Don't come close or they'll wilt
I'm really unsure about this one tbh
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
