I've rejected the stars,
So what's left now?
Who else am I waiting for
When even the good
aren't good enough for me.
I'm waiting for the ones that
don't exist,
The ones that are only a fragment of my imagination.
Don't know how many more chances are left,
For me to be convinced,
For that I can be loved.
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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...
