As always, I can smell a flower;
Its petals are whispering into the breeze.
Even after taking a shower,
It's longing never leaves me be.
I always wait for the time I become a flower;
Because then I can soar up high, across the trees.
A longing pinches my empty chest.
I want to become what I cannot be.
But as I am human; I will strive to break this wall
That I will never breach.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 10:28 AM UTC
As always, I can smell a flower;
Its petals are whispering into the breeze.
Even after taking a shower,
It's longing never leaves me be.
I always wait for the time I become a flower;
Because then I can soar up high, across the trees.
A longing pinches my empty chest.
I want to become what I cannot be.
But as I am human; I will strive to break this wall
That I will never breach.
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