Flowers they bloom
From morning to noon
Till night falls
All is calm
But why must it feel
So close yet so unreal
Maybe if I
Forget it was there
Maybe if I took some time somewhere
But I won't know
Where to go
It feels so confusing
I'm tired of choosing
The blossoms that bloomed
All fall beneath the moon
As its far from reach
Maybe one day
We'll be here to stay
Even though
We're far away
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Distorted Episodes
Poetryfeelings, something you wish to express but not to feel a collection of poems based on nostalgia, supressed feelings, and longing for something more TW: Mentions of Self Harm, Suicide and more
