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Blossoms of time
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Our days are like blossoms in several ways... Feelings were allowed to be maintained for a long period... As though they were roses in full bloom. Describe it in a story
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Our days are like blossoms in several ways... I'd like to think I'd remember ours like that.
That everything we had was a sparkle and radiation of goodness, but we both know we lost touch somewhere in between. It was good to say that I once called you flowers.
A full garden of roses and tulips, dandelions and daffodils, lavenders, and gardenias. A place of serendipity, and a choice I'd call home.
When everything else was all good, I'd like to say I missed us. A place I'd be able to float in stars and a touch of galaxies caressing my cheeks.
Ours, I'd like to remember was pure of sunlight in a field of sunflowers and white roses, a place where feelings were allowed to be maintained for a long period.
I wish we grew together. As though we were roses in full bloom, but before we could reach that place of life, we withered.
Through seasons of time, and through understanding of life, we let go and we stopped trying, we stopped growing.
And for a second, it broke my heart that what we were building had become a pile of dead flowers. And maybe for a second, I wanted us to revive them.
But who was I kidding, we once blossomed, never again.
~Black_Phoenix
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Our days are like blossoms in several ways... Feelings were allowed to be maintained for a long period... As though they were roses in full bloom. Describe it in a story
**************
Our days are like blossoms in several ways... I'd like to think I'd remember ours like that.
That everything we had was a sparkle and radiation of goodness, but we both know we lost touch somewhere in between. It was good to say that I once called you flowers.
A full garden of roses and tulips, dandelions and daffodils, lavenders, and gardenias. A place of serendipity, and a choice I'd call home.
When everything else was all good, I'd like to say I missed us. A place I'd be able to float in stars and a touch of galaxies caressing my cheeks.
Ours, I'd like to remember was pure of sunlight in a field of sunflowers and white roses, a place where feelings were allowed to be maintained for a long period.
I wish we grew together. As though we were roses in full bloom, but before we could reach that place of life, we withered.
Through seasons of time, and through understanding of life, we let go and we stopped trying, we stopped growing.
And for a second, it broke my heart that what we were building had become a pile of dead flowers. And maybe for a second, I wanted us to revive them.
But who was I kidding, we once blossomed, never again.
~Black_Phoenix
© All Rights Reserved
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