A flower blooms in the night,
With no one to marvel at the sight.
It waits until someone walks by,
With its beautiful petals shining bright.
It waits and waits and waits,
Until the sky is full of light.
Yet no one walks by to marvel at the sight.
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Don't Look Me in the Eye
PoetryNot just poems anymore, I guess. More like little things where I have no place for them. Basically the poems/short stories/rambles that appear in my head that I have to write down. Enjoy? Trigger warning, I think. Sorry for changing the title a lot...
