You taught me the art of blooming, of how you can bloom in the places one cant even imagine of. There are strands of you which saw violets in my hazel eyes, sunflowers in my golden soul and roses in my beating heart. So this book is dedicated to Amrit, a person who bloomed a dandelion in the barren field, a dead heart which longed for soft warmth. (to be loved by you is like being loved by all the godly creations)

✿ Like sunflowers I want to grow in the places where there is melliflous poetry, soft anxiety, imbue art, ethereal canvas, wild fleurs, iridescent galaxies and nefarious stars ✿ [Ranked highest #1 in poems] ACHIEVEMENTS ♡ #1 in writings on 16.01.2019 ♡ #2 in thoughts on 17.01.2019 ♡ #1 in poems on 17.01.2019 ♡ #1 in quotes on 18.01.2019 ♡ #1 in poem on 16.01.2019

i feel like people are leaving me and i don't know why. → hr : 2PO © 2017 freyyyaa NOTE_2020: previously had an "alllivesmatter" tag on this book. it was added when this story was first started in 2017 to share my belief that all lives matter, regardless of gender, orientation, race, ethnicity, ability, etc. that tag was absolutely NOT associated with the alllivesmatter movement - that movement does not reflect the actual belief that all lives do matter. i have removed it now as the meaning behind the phrase 'all lives matter' is associated with a white supremacist ideology that is now being used to oppose and try to silence the Black Lives Matter movement. all lives will matter when black lives, trans lives, indigenous lives, and all other oppressed groups are included in that. i hope that one day the phrase 'all lives matter' will no longer be a weapon used to suppress and silence civil rights but as a matter of fact. #BLM

A reckless girl had no idea that 𝒉𝒊𝒔 ethereal art would make her forget her constant anger and emptiness. A broken man had no idea that 𝒉𝒆𝒓 happiness would make him forget his sorrow. It was inevitable. It was forbidden. They kept it a secret. They didn't know they were a time bomb until the chaos exploded. Copyright © 2018 NocturnaComplexities. All Rights Reserved.

destruction of the self Ⓒ shezal, 2018

Perhaps tomorrow, the flowers will begin to bloom for you, too. Wattpad Pick - 4/19/18 (Pocketful of Posey) Featured on TeenFiction (Trending Teen Fiction) Featured on WattpadPoetry (Heart Stains)

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