Forgottenbeauty Stories

Gus' first and last ever love

Not all love wears thorns. Some bloom quietly, unnoticed, unchosen. In a world that crowns the rose, a lone hibiscus blooms in silence, holding a truth deeper than red petals ever could. This poem is a reflection on forgotten beauty, quiet love, and the pain of being overlooked. Through vivid imagery and raw emotion, it questions why we value what wounds us, and why gentler loves are left behind. A tribute to the ones who feel too much. To the loves that don't scream. To the hibiscus - soft, rare, and real.