#hiypoetry
There is always this flower,
Ever so beautiful, Ever so lovely.
A flower that grows just right for my soul;
But a flower in someone else's garden.
I'd water her,
Each time I passed her by.
She grows no thorns to my skin,
Delicate to her very core.
But as she is beautiful,
Often attract other passersby.
They too would try to nurture her;
And often too she would fall for them.
How could I even save a flower;
That was never mine in the first place?
-HIY
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 11:37 AM UTC
He loved her whole,
He loved her fully.
All her broken pieces,
He mend her soul.
But of a different form.
He changed her;
To what he wants.
-HIY
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
She never wanted to be prettier
Nor that she wanted to be better.
Only wished to be accepted.
-HIY
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
For every time he gave up,
That was his cry for help.
-HIY
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
She's not a broken toy,
Not some assignment to be fixed.
She's just her.
And there's nothing wrong
with just being
her.
-HIY
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
How is she supposed to feel the right to live;
When each beat of her heart felt so wrong.
-HIY
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC