"Harrowing memories haunting me,
Their thorns won't let me free.
I cannot see that I will be an escapee.
Though for each harsh drop of pain,
My twisting vines are forced to gain,
intricate blossoms with chance to bloom."
"The Ache of Blooming"...
Every day we would talk, Through the woods we would walk. Without either of us noticing, Our teenage hearts began glowing, With an incredible skinny love.
We shared all our firsts, From a soft kiss to absolute bliss. We said it was forever, I would follow him wherever, To feel warm and safe.
But too quick we hit brick, And I was left feeling so darn sick. And I pondered it everyday, Why would he leave with no say? Until he came and said fear.
Together once again, It felt like it was a big strain. Still with so much love, The scars were too big and tough, For us to stay IN love.
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