"Have you ever thought that maybe, the roses hate themselves too?
Because they can never be held, without inflicting pain upon you
Have you ever wondered about if the daises are glad when they die?
When their beautiful white petals start to drop and make all of us cry?
Because they hated the way their stems grew
Or how their little blossoms bloomed
Have you ever took the time to stop and look around at how nature isn't how it appears to be
That maybe it makes its flowers bright colours
And their animals unable to speak
Their skies a gorgeous blue
And the sound of the wind peaceful
So that we won't have to see, that nature might be sad too."
-r.b
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This is my last one in my journal so I don't know if I'll update any time soon cause I'll have to write some more and my brains just not having it with me
-Your very own broken girl💜
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
