She wanted to grow.
She wanted to blossom
She was afraid of withering in autumn
She desired to become beautiful young fruit
She wished to give birth to a seed
Or atleast become a part of a bouquet.
There was so much she longed for,
But prior to any of that,
She was plucked,
Plucked only to be counted,
Maybe she was that flower in the garden
That you pluck,
Only to tear its petals apart,
Waiting for someone else.
01.04.18
YOU ARE READING
𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘌
PoetryHighest rank- #1st in poetry❤ (back when these tags actually meant something) * In the hope that you'll find solace in my words. You're not alone. * Book cover by @WriterBells
