Myths And Stars

🌸🌿Flower Shop in the woods🌿🌸

I like you, I really really like you, no I love you. But the problem is I'm not worth your time your love I'm not worth anything. I'm nothing I'm really nothing. I'm something that can't be described or stated as in such thing because I'm not one not two but an infinity of descriptions. Your beautiful and bloom like a flower your my darling flower. You are something I wish to keep fresh and beautiful all day long, so I put on my gloves and got my hands dirty to help you. But I don't just help you I help every flower in my shop but the sad thing is, is that I'm not a flower. I'm not a flower I'm a spirit a soul that will eternally take care of those in need. I wish my shop could remain undiscovered by the world in the forest of feelings. I wish the world wouldn't take my flowers away I wish other people not spirit nor soul but weeds. They are weeds that grow in my garden my beautiful shop. It would've fine for just one beast of the night to visit, that would be amazing the stars would grant me the gift of seeing such beautiful but no the world shall not care of what I wish not the world still sends its weeds to take my flowers away. Those weeds don't pay like they should no the take my flowers give me a dirty look and turn around. The turn around and leave the worst part being I see my flowers board and brittled in those widows of traps that they call home. But there is nothing I can do but step aside and give the flowers who have left my home the sunlight. So why and I an empty shell now. I tried I really tried and I still try and will try for as long as I can. My undesirable indescribable self and some day I will rub out of water I'll run out of sun and while I wilt and wither you all. All my flowers my darling flower oh I'll keep you beautiful as long as I can. So when I wilt away you'll never think of me you'll all just go on. You flowers grow eh beautifully I just wish I could also be in that flower shop loved and adored but I never will. Because I'm an indescribable soul and spirit that will never be valuable or valued. But I'll do my best to let others feel the way I never will I'll let my flowers grow. And the weirdest most beautiful yet hurtful reality of all of this those flowers aren't really flowers there people and those people and my "friends" they only care when I'm not there they only notice when I'm unfocused. But it is the ugly truth the truth may not be as ugly as me but it comes close. Let me hope my flowers grow though.

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Hello my little lemons 🍋 I gave you a bit of angst cus I've been down lately my love life isn't too good and  feeling a bit neglected but it's my fault for feeling that way. I don't mean to be needy or anything at all but I just feel alone. But hope you enjoy my little low on and if any of you feel like I do I understand you, your not alone. Also if you would like a certain type of poem I'm open to that.💫🤍⭐️🌸🌸