Blossom little bud,
With your beauty the world entrance,
Seeing you weakens my dud,
Hoping for a singular chance.
They'll never see your truth,
Only gazing upon thy youth,
The scars upon your features,
Only delight the strangest creatures.
Grow little one in their light,
To reveal your beauty at night,
Seek your own kind,
For they'll never bind.
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Random poetry, philosophy and thoughts.
RandomPoetry, philosophy and such coming to mind. Although be warned this book does prospect many things you may not feel comfortable with, reading at your discretion.
