We start from the same seed.
We grow together,
Endure the harsh rains and beaming sun rays.
We have bees coming in and out of our lives,
Changing us one day at a time,
Forcing us to bloom divergently.
It was then that we discovered we weren’t from the same seed at all.
For I was a sunflower,
And you, a rose with hidden thorns.
I couldn’t find the sun in you,
So I turned away to try and find it in a different setting.
Our variance compels us to wilt away inevitably on our own.
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