Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My attitude is hopeful,
And so are you.
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Your road is straight,
And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
The curve is smooth,
And so are your legs.
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Your paper is brown,
And so are your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Slices are thin,
And so are your arms.
Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
A sight is pretty,
And so is your smile.
A butterfly is beautiful,
Just like you.
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges6 days ago in Psyche
Comments (1)
Love this…Definitely a unique take based on a popular poem/saying…