She thought her petals were withering.
She thought her nectar was turning bitter with a hint of sour.
She thought herself odourless.
She thought her stem was the palest shade of green.
But majorly, she thought she hated herself.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, disturbing her restless pond of thoughts
She realized that she was looking at a more vulnerable version of herself
Nostalgia had clouded her thoughts and she was viewing her old self.
Thus, her new exquisite self rose in pride above not only her dark thoughts
Embodied by her older self
Who tried to suffocate her
But also above everything else
Which tried to crush her under.
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Torn Thoughts...✅
PoetryA group of poems and thoughts which I translated through a pen or in this case, through words on a screen :) In other words, I am inviting you to take a peek at my mind and what runs through it. You're free to stay as long as you like.<3 P.S: I DON'...
