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Euphrosyne Mar 2020
A flower boy is in love
His words run like river
His mouth scented like flower
His mind full of words in power
He expres his feelings like shower

He travels to the unknown
He wanders and float
Because nothing matters
Nothing, except his dream girl

Flower boy confessed
Because he felt loved
Flower boy was rejected
But now after flower boy did,

A flower boy is still in love, but,
His words run like tears
His mind full of fears
His mouth once full of flowery words
Now it disappears
His heart is now in shears
This poem doesn't mean that I'm giving up.
It means I'm hurt.
J Jun 2016
You built my wings out of stained glass
The sun shined the brightest that summer
So I got set to soar and shower the world in color
But as I took off, my wings felt weak
you clipped them in mid air and stole them right from me.

So I fell
colors spiraled now
out of control,
reds and oranges swirled down
yellows crashed,
greens collapsed.
I landed in the sea
the deepest shade of blue.
I continued to sink in the sea
to violet sands,
purple tundras swallowed me
without my wings
on my body.

Why did you do that?
Build me a way out
and take it away?
Create an escape
just for play?

— The End —