Oh how I'd planned everything
from the A to the Z ,
of what it would feel
if I finally flew free.
But it felt as if the air,
had been snatched from my body.
Digging my nails into
my flesh I thought,
oh! what a fool I had been,
to plan everything for myself;
for us;
To being selfish;
but selfless,
and believe that I could let go.
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Bloom
PoetryBLOOM, A collection of random poems and thoughts. Bloom, Among the wilted Inspite of your feelings Don't let it down Just bow down Bloom, Wherever you are planted Even when the snow's falling Brace yourself Be strong Bloom, Pushing yourself...
