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Dead flower

I'm a pretty rose with an unblemished soul

Living my own story, awaiting grace

Embers to inferno, with fenestrated faith

The storm keeps getting closer and closer

My heart is way to fragile for all these

Caressing my inner calamities daily

While my tears battles with my pillow

I yearn for peace daily, which is far off

I am broken but beautiful, in my garden of galaxy, still, I will bliss through ages

All was good and fine
I thought I was done with you
Then my heart thought about you
It made my heart ache; my hands shakes
My eye teary; my mouth yearns for words
I wondered how you lived without me

There was deep silence in the room
I thought I was done with the past
There I was again holding the door
Haunted by the shadow of my past
Trying to creep in and break me
I can't hold the doors of pain any longer
The silence has long overdue
I let the door open and
Let the shadow swallow me

Some days
"I'm a flower who wants to bloom"

Other days
"I just want to remain a dead flower"

I understand it's okay to feel that Way. It's all part of the circle of life.

Burn my flames through the night
The sun is setting, night has come
I hear echoes of disillusion
My demons yet again arise
Beautiful nightmares u crave
For if tonight the world dies
Yet, I fall asleep counting my fantasies

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