she used to sit in front of flowers,
hoping that they'll train her the art of opening up.
she came across you,
and you became her sun light,
arousing her petals to bloom.
she risked her own unhappiness for you
but in reality, she was making herself happy because your happiness made her happy.
she always did her best.
her being the reason for the curve on your lips
was enough thanks,
but she often lay awake at night
hoping you'd truly let her know
that you notice her trying,
that you appreciate her efforts
and that you're thankful.
it would give an indication that she
meant something to you.
and that's all she ever dreamed of.
i'm just saying, she's the type of girl you'll regret losing.
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Escapism
Poetryit's better to write your thoughts down than voice them to deaf ears that lead to uninterested hearts.
