Love grows like wildflowers.
Some may view them as weeds,
While others appreciate their beauty.
Love blossoms in the most unexpected places,
And wildflowers grow in the most unsuspected places,
In the cracks of the monotonous paved sidewalks,
In the dirt of forgotten and abandoned gardens,
In the damp corners of dark and lonely sheds.
These wildflowers grow in our hearts
During the times when we didn't think
There was enough sunshine for them to grow.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
