Was I as lovely as a flower, that you chose to pluck me?
But wasn't I born to bloom?
From being under the surface of Earth, I was hoping to come in direct contact with the air.
But when I did, you made me realise tranquility was beneath the surface.
Did beauty draw your fingers near, or the warmth I dared to show?
But petals wilt in selfish hands,
not meant to cage but see I was not made for vases,
Love,
I was made to bloom wild and free.
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Author:
antra.coree (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 10th, 2026 04:08
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A lovely write close to heart I have written a poem very close to this before and this one reminded me of it. Nicely done and a fave
Ohhh thank youuuuuu
You are most welcome Antra
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