kissed the lips of a thousand bottles trying to forget the taste of you

I know this may sound silly to some,
But have you ever fell in love with a flower?
Growing in peculiar places,
harboring scents and catching colors.
And have you ever picked a flower?
I bet you picked the brightest flower,
and tore it from the soil
You carried the fragile soul in your hair.
With the growing time the flower
wilted, decayed and died in your arms.
*And with your eyes, you watched the magnificent destruction of  something so beautiful.

She wanders,
guided by her lost soul.
She spills arts,
coming from her pure heart;
She writes words no one can understand,
yet she speaks it like it was kept in her mind
for so long, just waiting for someone to find it.
She is a masterpiece of her own,
but she has a heart of stone.

still
it is your choice
that truly matters

©IGMS

i wish
i were as brave as the rain
because
they are not afraid to
fall

©IGMS