I love you the way an elegant flower loves a human
knowing that if it were plucked and left to wither
then it means that it was loved enough to be chosen
yet not enough to be planted and kept alive,
I love you the way a dying dandelion loves being blown away
knowing that being used in a special moment to be wished upon
is worth the heart-shattering goodbye that is blown by your plump lips
yet it is not as worth it knowing that I'm just a temporary object,
I love you the way waters love the temperamental sky
it allows itself to be burnt by the sun's rays
so as to float up into your unstable arms
only to be thrown back down when you get overwhelmed
yet I still hope that you'll stop throwing me one day,
the sad thing is that my passion isn't easy to get rid of
and once I started loving you, I knew...
I knew that I would be trapped by your enchanting essence
like a naïve insect trapped inside a Venus flytrap
yet the idea of escaping never cross my mind.
your relentless butterfly,
nour
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wandering dandelions #wattys2018
PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...
