Not long ago
A flower bloomed
A flower that bloomed too soon
It was so beautiful and cunning
Yet so fragile and shy
It was colourful and
It filled my eyes with wonder
But it sliced my fingers wide open
I forgave it and tried to pluck it again
To no surprise
I was bleeding again
That was when I realised
No matter when you bloomed
No matter how beautiful you were
No matter how mysterious you were
You still had your roots
Ones that carried you up
Ones that painted your petals
Ones that made you strong
And ones that grew your thorns
Hidden fairly well
Underneath the soil I stand above
I could've never guessed
I should have never guessed
For you were like that too
Except, you never withered
I did instead
—"the flower", 20.07.18
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