it's always the pretty ones...
the ones that bloom so majestically
that pop out and display such vibrant colors
that release such enchanting aromas
that are plucked so early in life
forced to live like stars on earth
burning so quick and so bright
it's always the pretty ones...
that are loved and adored
and then later plucked and ignored.
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meraki
Poetry☁️ | wander through my thoughts. all my experiences, realizations, decisions, vibes...attempted to be placed into rhythmic tone as a summary of my life. I hope for this to become a place of comfort for anyone who needs it. Poetry is a beautiful way...
