White Flower

Bloomingcereus

The last of your remains I hold so dear 

You hated this white flower I wear in my hair 

You said that it’ll replace the love that we share 

The white flower you hated without a care

Now the only thing that keeps me from forgetting you were here 

The last of your remains I hold so dear and the hated white flower that I wear in my hair could never replace the love that we share

For, every time I hold this hated white flower so dear, it triggers my body to remember the love That we will

Forever,

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  • Author: Bloomingcereus (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 2nd, 2026 04:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: Photo credits~ from Pinterest fandomhopper.
  • Category: Love
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  • sorenbarrett

    A sad poem of mortal loss but not of love or memory where a flower serves as past hate and doubt but also present memory and promise. Most lovely

    • Bloomingcereus

      thank you for your compliment. it is always appreciated

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome



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