a wallflower with a rose
but it will only be a dream
for he is rooted deep within
walls of sticks and pins
how does one uproot itself
from all the pain and longing
when all the rains and sunshine
can't take away the hurting
his moments died like withered leaves
the bees have stood sole witness
some tried to bloom the flower
while most have whispered whispers
"it could be that he never will
come close to what he chose
as walls of broken sticks and pins
is never for a rose"
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Unmuffled
Poesíaa collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
