Ive always dreamt of flowers.
You know, they're pretty.
And as a little girl,
I found them to be magical.
I would often dance,
bare-foot in the field.
As if i were a fairy tending to the flowers.
Grow. Grow. Grow.
Love. Love. Love.
Sit for a while, in the flowers.
Look at them.
Remember your childhood lullaby?
sing it to them.
the flowers, they'll remember the tune.
And when you go back, to dance,
bare-footed and smiling,
they'll sing you your favourite lullaby.
For you, my dear, have found peace with the flowers.
And you, will learn to grow with them.
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Thantophobia
Romansi'm mad in love right now and like i'm gay,,, so here's poems about my gf, my love for nature and flowers, and my obsession with fairies and love!! They're all pretty short and simple because it's about the emotion i put into it rather than the wo...
