I grow tired of that incessant buzz
The point of fighting takes on the concept of picking thorns
run to that rosebush, you say?
I'll be sure to try and take flight
Why insist this hold on me
No need for a duckling when a lion is near
I have nothing left for your ego to consume
Leave me to a shell of that once was
You can't take joy from a dormant soul, there's no passion you wish for
Just let me go
to feed satisfaction in your soul collection will rotten me
Desperation will slowly turn me to the mad woman I pretend to be
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Lovely Lavender
PoetryLavender can symbolize sacredness in ancient Greece, adorning temples and shrines, or high social status in ancient Rome with how expensive they were to buy and grow. In meditation and yoga, the color of the flower itself represents the 7th chakra...
