The flower of the night refuses to bloom.
ink of dishonesty staining the letters of truth,
Maybe only the younger version of us knows our soul (true self),
A piece of us is broken and lost.
heart altered in order to fit,
The puzzle of life never accepts us as whole.
So, we learn to embrace what's left of us.
The flower of the night decides to bloom,
and the petal of our lost dream returns.
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💜Love&Believe🦋
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Because the magic is in me, and the magic is in you. 🍀
Let's stay connected.
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❝Poison in our minds makes the path we walk barren.❞
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Poetry⚘ Welcome to my world of poetry, quotes and thoughts. ❥ Emotions are my ink ( My World of Words ) ⚘ I have collected some words, put a little spell on them and send it to your heart ~♡ ❥ Because the magic is in me, and the magic is...
