Dec 2018
For every breath you take
A flower blooms
In the day it opens its petals
At night it's blessed by the moon
Each flower
Trapped by its stem
Longs for a bee
True beauty comes not in the color of a flower
But its desire to be seen
A flower blooms
In the day it opens its petals
At night it's blessed by the moon
Each flower
Trapped by its stem
Longs for a bee
True beauty comes not in the color of a flower
But its desire to be seen
Haven't written a poem like this before. Unprivated this, i kinda hated it, but i guess it held some worth
