It may be difficult
For a flower to bloom
But it withers
In a little while
When the last drop of youth
Has been sipped
And we become nothing
But struggling, boring adults—
You'll look back
At this moment
And wonder if you
Bloomed well
Because nothing
Hurts more
Than realizing
That you are
Just a wilted flower
From the start
Never bloomed
Never blossomed
An unfolded flower—
From the very beginning
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 2:32 AM UTC
It may be difficult
For a flower to bloom
But it withers
In a little while
When the last drop of youth
Has been sipped
And we become nothing
But struggling, boring adults—
You'll look back
At this moment
And wonder if you
Bloomed well
Because nothing
Hurts more
Than realizing
That you are
Just a wilted flower
From the start
Never bloomed
Never blossomed
An unfolded flower—
From the very beginning
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