Daisy,
I love your story.
All you do is cry.
All you do is pray to be loved.
Isn't that what I used to be? I thought to myself.
Just wanted to be loved.
Naked in the coldest winter,
Stepping on the untouched forest floor.
Lost in sceneries.
The only place to be,
The only place I'm able to smile,
Was in my fortress of another universe.
Back then all I did was cry.
All I did was pray to be loved.
And looking back feels cold,
Remembering the warmth that I once threw away.
I often stop and stare into space,
Would I be a different person?
If I took the other road where I keep on sacrificing everything for love,
instead of sacrificing love.
Would I be somebody else,
If I never grow a backbone,
Would I be happier?
If I kept my eyes closed, heart open.
I'm curious,
If back then, I chose to let my longing fire roar,
If I didn't put out that fire down.
How would my life be,
If I chose to love blindly over being awaken?
- A letter from Petunia, written to the blue moon.
- THE END -
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My Kingdom of Indigo [ I ]
PoetryA celestial throne for your crescent heart. Where innocence meet the fire of venge. And become one. To be loved, to be cherished, to be protected, By one knight in shining armor.
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