Under my nails lye the dirt of secret.
As I dig through the ground trying to reveal them.
It's not as easy as I thought;
It takes a lot of courage...
But one day they will be free.
They will blossom with black petals.
Petals of lies and scars
Petals of darkness and gloom
Petal of what I radiate.
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Secret Petals
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote in the middle of the night. I had a dream about something like this. I know it sucks, but I had to post it.
