"Because tell me, my dear..
How can you ever save a drowning star?"
My deepest thoughts and secrets. Enjoy.
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•Overall winner of The Cats Awards; 10/08/18
•Winner and Best Plot in Poetry of The Net Monthly Awards; 6/10/18
•3rd place in Poetry of The...
He plucked out a dying rose, right out of its wilting roots and cracked up soil.
He promised he'll take care of her; he swore he'll plant her again in his garden - a garden that was more beautiful than any other.
And it was true.
His garden was resplendent, warmed by sun that never sets and hosed with water that never ends.
She was the center of it all, the only proud rose between thousand other washed-out flowers.
He basked her with love she never even thought exists. She wondered whether this is the garden where her soil will never dry up, her warmth will never fade.
He swore an oath to protect, to water and to love her forever.
She grew stronger in his soil, trying so hard to be as gorgeous as she can ever be for him.
But thorns grew on her stem, too. Thorns that always existed but she tried desperately to hide.
She didn't want them; she knew they made her hideous. She tried cutting them out of her skin, only to find them growing even sharper.
They were all over her body.
Thorns on her thighs: stretch marks she despised. Thorns on her stomach: fats that she thought were disgusting. Thorns on her arms: scars left behind from razor cuts a long time ago.
She was certain he would be repulsed. She braced herself for the pain, knowing for sure that he'll throw her out of his garden, just like her last gardener did, after she gave him everything she possibly could..
He just adored her colourful petals and intoxicating scent though, but he finally noticed the thorns.. She held her breath as he came closer to her, expecting the pain that would follow..
He just simply and gently kissed each of her imperfections...
She gasped, startled by the affection. She felt weird, she felt different. She watched as her thorns slowly grew into beautiful rose buds, as she realized that she was imperfectly perfect.. as she learned that he loved her with all her thorns.
And she knew that she was found, after she has given up all hope, and lost all her petals,
and was loved back to life..
- With love,
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