Like a flower, you bloom in the time of the growth of your soul, and never is it a growth that happens over night. My love, like a flower your petals need time to heal, need space to flourish, need love to strengthen. So much of it you give to others, so much water you give them to drink. Why, then, do you leave yourself to wilt without care? Why, then, do you not spare some of it to nourish your own broken heart? In the springtime of your soul, you are the one who needs it the most, so be selfish with your giving nature and allow yourself that time to finally Bloom into the beautiful and wise flower that you are meant to be.
I love you, darling, so much. I am you.
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a collection of whimsy
Poetrya collection of heartfelt, whimsical, and ethereal writings that I create when inspired to - enjoy ♥️ Do note that some may be a bit harder to read than most, take this as a trigger warning.
