Sprouted in the year (2017). High school.
I was walked over.
Given rain.
Given shine.
Watered.
(2018)
Not thought of.
Collected my own nutrients.
Ripped out the ground.
Replanted.
(2019)
Was Vibrant.
Turned brown.
Decayed.
Deflowered.
Shriveled.
Roots were exposed.
My Flower bud was shriveled.
(2020)
I wasn't excited about life so I withered.
Pollen was transferred for 4 years. I sprouted in those places for a moment.
I didn't understand when I was ripped out the ground and carried to the next environment, soil of Adulthood. Truthfully, no one does.
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Blue Pomegranate (Original Version)
PuisiPomegranates are a diversely significant in life and fertility, and also a symbol of power. These pages are truthfully filled with heart wrenching moments that I have accumulated since I had starring perceiving the world through my own eyes . These...
