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plucked flowers
Our lives could be so beautiful,
But you won't let it get ugly.
You must've forgot we're human,
And with summer,
Follows snow.
But the harsh cold gives spring room to grow.
A needed cycle for beauty to burst,
Yet too scared of being hurt,
You kill the seed of love.
And I can't defend and mend
Every flower you pluck prematurely
In fear.
So I must let you self destruct.
Give up on us,
Like the voice in your head suggest.
Give up what was,
Like brown leaves falling to the ground.
Fall down,
My love for you wilts slowly.
In the end,
I walk away, again lonely.
© bluebliss
But you won't let it get ugly.
You must've forgot we're human,
And with summer,
Follows snow.
But the harsh cold gives spring room to grow.
A needed cycle for beauty to burst,
Yet too scared of being hurt,
You kill the seed of love.
And I can't defend and mend
Every flower you pluck prematurely
In fear.
So I must let you self destruct.
Give up on us,
Like the voice in your head suggest.
Give up what was,
Like brown leaves falling to the ground.
Fall down,
My love for you wilts slowly.
In the end,
I walk away, again lonely.
© bluebliss
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