As flowers grew
From my skin,
Rocks grew from
Yours.
I accepted you
For who you are
And you couldn't
Accept me
For what I am.
I thought your rocks
Were magically lovely,
But you told me
My flowers were
filled with thorns.
But,
your rocks were
Filled with dirt.
Together,
we could have
Made something beautiful
I could have
Used your
Dirt for my flowers
Your rocks around
Them,
But you were so focused
On looks.
You didn't see
the picture.
We could have made something
Extraordinary.
But you didn't
like my flowers
When I loved,
Your rocks.
—accept people for they are, you never know what it could become ❤️
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PoetryPoetry I've written about life, sadness, love, heart break, betrayal, feelings, self love, advice and more. Thank you for reading ❤️ I hope that these poems help you in some kind of way. I hope that they help heal you in some kind of way. Everyone...
