There she is, like a wildflower sitting on top of the world
You can see her, you can breathe her air
But you cannot touch her.
If she didn’t want to be found out
She wouldn’t dangle so close to the ground
Right?
If she allowed me to see her colors, smell the scent
And feel the petals,
She must want me to know more and more.
But I cannot obtain more.
No one seems to care, am I the only one
Who does treat this wildflower in an unheeded manner?
I admire the beauty, the mystery and the brilliance
Coming from this flower.
This is no typical flower, even if it is,
The fact that it is stuck up in the air, is unfair.
I cannot help but desperately crave to bring it down
Bring it down to ground level
And hold it tightly in my hands.
Even though it is out of my reach,
Even though I keep discovering more about this wildflower,
It will never be enough.
I will never learn enough.
I will never stop craving more.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 4:05 AM UTC
There she is, like a wildflower sitting on top of the world
You can see her, you can breathe her air
But you cannot touch her.
If she didn’t want to be found out
She wouldn’t dangle so close to the ground
Right?
If she allowed me to see her colors, smell the scent
And feel the petals,
She must want me to know more and more.
But I cannot obtain more.
No one seems to care, am I the only one
Who does treat this wildflower in an unheeded manner?
I admire the beauty, the mystery and the brilliance
Coming from this flower.
This is no typical flower, even if it is,
The fact that it is stuck up in the air, is unfair.
I cannot help but desperately crave to bring it down
Bring it down to ground level
And hold it tightly in my hands.
Even though it is out of my reach,
Even though I keep discovering more about this wildflower,
It will never be enough.
I will never learn enough.
I will never stop craving more.
it's about someone if you look deep
5/17/2020
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