It was spring when you fell in love with the flower, Where the time they bloom, Where they are beautiful
But you knew every flower has their own thorns, has their own danger
you got scared, Scared of getting hurt, Scared of feeling the pain that's why you just left it there hoping someone won't pick it up
As the day pass, you didn't notice that every time you pass by that flower you fall a little by little
And one day you got the courage to pick it up so you decide to pick it up, As you tried to pick the flower up for the first time you got pricked by the thorns and felt the pain again
You told yourself you don't want it anymore that you don't love it anymore but you knew deep inside that you still do love it and you still do want it
As you pass the path where the flower is you felt it again you tried to hold back but you just can't fight the feeling of falling in love in this flower so you thought of giving it a second chance for the second chance you pick it up carefully as you look on the thorns of it and carefully dodging them one by one
Somehow you succeed on picking it up, you felt happy because you somehow reach out of your comfort zone, But that happiness didn't last a long time because the spring ends and the autumn starts
As the autumn came flower get a little colorless the big colorful petals got smaller and lesser and lesser as the petals widow
You didn't know what to do, You felt like it wasn't the flower you fell in love with the flower that has big colorful petals because you forgot to take the roots of the flower while picking it up you didn't think of the roots you didn't think of the roots because it was hidden deep in the ground you didn't saw what the roots look like what is inside of it as the flower wither you decide to throw the flower and leave it because it's not the flower you saw in the spring where it's beautiful where it's bloom where everything is colorful where everything is happy, You didn't think it will decay you didn't think of the autumn you didn't saw it coming so you just decide to left because you didn't know what to do with it.
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Just Things I Have Written
AcakIt contains different poem and things I created for someone I loved the most but now she's gone and the only thing left are this poems and memories of her in my heart and mind