she is a tulip in a garden of roses
carmourflaged in a sea of red but is the one noone ever chooses
she stays closed up as there is stigma attached to her insides
it is her only protection as she has no thorns and cannot hide
if she ever bloomed she would finally be picked up
but she knew that meant being picked at for being different
so she grew her roots deep and her stem short
that noone could see her weep a puddle of salt
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Thoughts and Feelings
RandomSnippets from the Heart. It's just short poems and thoughts that i have written in my memo. I hope you relate and upvote :)
