My velvety pink layers open towards
daylight inviting a solar embrace.
The tips of my outer beauty unfurl
as an invitation for enchantment.
Last night's tears rest like morning dew
on my lip
salty and nourishing.
Meticulous maintenance is required
to preserve this pristine elegance.
My thorns ***** deeply when you aren't
deliberate with precision
drawing crimson droplets
as you walk away
not looking back.
My petals wilt longingly
for one who gardens with
loving patience
pruning and nurturing
the lifeless parts of me
that have never been tended to.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 12:01 PM UTC
My velvety pink layers open towards
daylight inviting a solar embrace.
The tips of my outer beauty unfurl
as an invitation for enchantment.
Last night's tears rest like morning dew
on my lip
salty and nourishing.
Meticulous maintenance is required
to preserve this pristine elegance.
My thorns ***** deeply when you aren't
deliberate with precision
drawing crimson droplets
as you walk away
not looking back.
My petals wilt longingly
for one who gardens with
loving patience
pruning and nurturing
the lifeless parts of me
that have never been tended to.
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