There is always this flower,
Ever so beautiful, Ever so lovely.
A flower that grows just right for my soul;
But a flower in someone else's garden.
I'd water her,
Each time I passed her by.
She grows no thorns to my skin,
Delicate to her very core.
But as she is beautiful,
Often attract other passersby.
They too would try to nurture her;
And often too she would fall for them.
How could I even save a flower;
That was never mine in the first place?
-HIY
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 11:37 AM UTC
There is always this flower,
Ever so beautiful, Ever so lovely.
A flower that grows just right for my soul;
But a flower in someone else's garden.
I'd water her,
Each time I passed her by.
She grows no thorns to my skin,
Delicate to her very core.
But as she is beautiful,
Often attract other passersby.
They too would try to nurture her;
And often too she would fall for them.
How could I even save a flower;
That was never mine in the first place?
-HIY
I've been away from writing for so long just simply because I was avoiding most interactions with my soul. but this flower made me want to feel. made me want to write countless thoughts about her.
