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Like a rose I bloomed
Like an Echinopsis
I was gone in a day
Too weak to stay
im getting pretty tired lol I havent felt right for day
Maybe it cause i never say what on my mind
Johnny walker Mar 2019
Sunny days remembered with my sweetheart for those were the days she would come to
like flowers In the spring, she bloomed colour that had been drained from her face by winter chills
then returning colour came to her face from the warmth of the
that also bought out a beauty that lay within her Oh just like a flower so beautiful she was to
Helen came to life In the spring like a beautiful
flower colour returning
to her face after the winter chills with the warmth
of the sun
Asante' Nov 2018
It was a beautiful moment
Of dissatisfaction.
One where she realized
Does not equate
With serenity.
That stagnancy
Does not yield joy.
So she moved,
Not only her feet.
She moved mountains.
The earth quaked beneath her,
And flowers bloomed
In every crack.
And this,
She thought,
THIS is how it feels
To be alive
Should I?
never talk to you anymore
tell my day to you as usual
run, just to see your face
and watch your smile..
I think I won't
I feel flowers are not bloomed again
as I see now in your eyes
cause it was changed
Hannah Oct 2017
to me love is like a rose garden
you walk down each row
admiring the individuality of each
every rose is beautiful
like love
they say not to pick the roses
what is everyone picked them
meant to be admired not touched
i am guilty of picking the roses
they sit in a vase in my room
i seem to pick the roses that remind me much of myself
usually delicate and light
not classic
light pink
you used to give me light pink
you knew who i was
not fulled bloomed
but exotic and beautiful
love is a rose garden
i want my own.
soul changing
Amanda Shelton Apr 2017
"Beauty bloomed once upon a summer's night,
only to wither on the coming of winter's bite."

**© By Amanda D Shelton
Matthew Harlovic Feb 2016
To my bloomed beauty,
we wilted in the winter
but we won’t wither.

© Matthew Harlovic
See the poem, Bloomed Beauty for the full effect.

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