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The Flower Unpicked

I wish you could see how beautiful You really are,

Just because nobody has picked you

Doesn't mean your not beautiful

 

As a matter of fact,

This means you are the most beautiful

 

When the other flowers get picked,

They get picked early,

This means that they have not

Completely bloomed

 

Because you are not picked

This means that you will bloom

Into the most gorgeous flower

Of them all

 

The years of being left out

And unpicked is only making

You better than all of them

Because you are riper and stronger

 

When those other flowers get picked

They go into a vase and

Die within a

Week

 

But not this flower,

This flower has developed

To be an honorary flower

In a bouquet for royalty

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Written by
leonard-of-vergessen
Published
Apr 10, 2015
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This was written for you Morgan, sorry I wasn't brave enough to show it to you

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