loud poetry from a quiet girl
a growing collection of poetries and short story's
Hope you'll enjoy reading :)
ly
P.S: There's a song to every poem / short story that I thought is fitting for the text. So if you want to fully experience it just lis...
Roses are no longer poetic, now they're just cliché,
because the most harmful thornes are never out in the open.
I always liked marigolds which still remain red, orange and golden.
They were the colour of your hair, and I talked my father into building a garden just so I had a piece of you to latch onto.
Late at night I'd pick the Flowers from the soil, just to build a bouqet for your heart.
I handed you the dirty earth, broken sun-kissed petals and ferns that smelled like daffodils and the stars.
But you, of course,
you wanted roses.
You rejected my invitation, and I spent weeks just to kill these flowers for you.
you just wanted me to hand you thorns, and i just never wanted to hurt you
somehow, I still managed to.
You walked me back home from School one crisp autumn and you stared at my distinctive garden
stuck in a cycle of black and white.
You swung open the forest green gate in need of a paint job
and it clashed against the brick wall.
You grabbed the hydrangeas, the tulips, the sunflowers and the lavender.
You stared at me pitingly.
"this tiny garden is all you'll ever be able to grow."
Your words sunk me into the earth
and caused all the marigolds to wilt,
what once shone as bright as the sun now breathes in the dirt.
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Don't let anyone hurt you like this. It's not your fault. You deserve so much better. You deserve to feel loved. You deserve to be treated like a precious Flower, because i promise you are.
You're all lovely and so gorgeous. You are Beautiful. Don't doubt that.
