My emotions are more alive than usual.
Butterflies in my stomach, anticipating
That feeling I thought I had left behind.
That fluttering is becoming frantic,
Just like our love did.
That fine line between love and hate,
My butterflies fly over, every time.
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I was your wildflower,
Your daisy in the dark.
But that’s not what I needed,
At least that’s what I thought
She was your magnificent rose bush
Her petals were pristine.
Perhaps you think she’ll enhance your bouquet,
But her thorns will ***** you one day.
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I must want you to be happy.
What would I be if I didn’t?
Maybe it’s because she was the friend who hurt me?
Or is this all your doing?
All I need from you,
Is your permission to grow.
Wildflowers don’t need watering,
Hurry back to your darling rose.
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We once grew together,
Our stems intertwined.
But u saw my petals had grown crooked,
So you bloomed in another direction,
That change of interest was apparent,
Even when hidden from the light.
Your onlookers are impressed by roses,
After all, I am just a wildflower ****.