I arranged a bouquet on my walk home.
I picked at the flowers i saw.
There was so many to choose from,
But when i got home i only had two.
One was small and dainty.
The other was tall and caring.
One grew in the shadows of the creeks.
The other grew and reached the sun.
One seemed to be alone.
The other was surrounded by colours.
I loved both my flowers so dearly,
that i filled up the small, pink, plastic cup with water and placed them in it.
Every day i watched them and they held each other closely in the water.
One day when on a cold evening i walked down to find my bouquet.
The small one had grown and blossomed, and was wrapped around the tall one.
The once broken pink flower finally found its reason to grow.
The small dainty flower finally found something to grow for.
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Thantophobia
Romancei'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...
