the petals lied
he loves me.
he loves me not.
he loves me.
he loves me not.
he loves me!
she picked the flowers and threw them down on the grass, her back leaning against a tree. she gasped when she picked the last petal and she fully believed that the fates had destined them to be together.
she never imagined she would get mad at a flower. such a beautiful, earthly thing that symbolizes love and grace.
but there she was, years later, crying in anger, cutting the stem of every rose in sight. taking revenge on the lost hope it gave her when she was just a child.
the petals lied.
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not a poem but i like it anyway
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trying 💌 poetry
Poesía𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ― 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 ©𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦
