From all the times I tried,
you still didn't saw me.
From all the times I begged,
you still didn't want me.
After all the effort I made,
you still didn't touch me.
I wondered why you still saw me like a withered flower.
Until I realized I should thank you.
Because after seeing all the beautiful flowers you ripped apart,
I'm glad you didn't choose me.
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Sonder || poetry
Poetry"Writing is an underestimated art, you are painting colorful images in people's minds by using words of black and white." Here are all the feelings, adventures, thoughts, dreams, and stories my heart has put into poems since it discovered it was mag...
