I am a flower, I know
You expect me to be beautiful right?
But no, I am sorry if I disappoint you.
I am neither pretty nor beautiful.In my youthful days, I never bloomed.
As in never, never in my life
I was bullied because I am ugly whilst my parents expected me
They expected me to be beautiful as they are
But not, I cannot be.Because before I can bloom, someone picks me,
He picked me up and gave me to the girl he's with.I was picked away from my family- the one that I disappointed.
But someone keep me - always.
I am always with her, she loves my smell even though I didn't bloomed already.
She takes care of me, she let me be with her.
I guess I am happy.
I made her smile even though I am far from my family.I never thought I would make someone happy even though I am not beautiful,
Even though I didn't bloomed enough.
-ctlystwrtr-
070518
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Letters for the Lost One
PoesíaThis is a pages of poems made by phlegmatic temperament gal. -ctlystwrtr-