You are the flower I scarred,
Without realising your worth
And was left stunned,
When was greeted with a shower of petals,
The same ones I shunned,
All turned dull and dreary
Somehow still divine and dreamy,
Filled with sudden sonder
I couldn't help but wonder,
All this time I was alone
Never feeling lonely
Was it you? (Was it you?....)
Am I not an extra in your story?
Some things are better left unsaid
You had said
But your eyes had a look
Whispering to me
You were on a metanoia
The reason being me
~ dedicated to that person who we unknowingly hurt by refusing their concern for us but they still come back because they never left in the first place.
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My Thoughts : My Therapy
Randomjust a random compilation of my thoughts and opinions and poems I write whenever I have an epiphany. did that make sense? oh well, feel free to read and do tell if you relate. ~ a depressed teen that overthinks everything __________________________...
