Blooming Fate | Poetry

Planted in the deep pits of my heart. Slowly growing, blooming to a love filled, worry petalled flower of fate. With each painful petal falling moment experienced, a stem growing opportunity blossoms. Sprouting hope seedlings and replanting faith regrown into ambition. Sometimes ripped and shredded this life flower can last through storms. Pulled, swayed from [...]

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Fake | Poetry

Fake, it's what they call me I smile too much I laugh a lot I am too friendly I should stop being fake   But I was my true self the me that made me happy The me that made others happy But they said I should stop   So I did