A book drifting through the time of love. While a flower depicts the meaning of love from one to another. A love they cannot help but get lost in....
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Bloomingcereus
Bloomingcereus is the author of My Letter to You. A poet looking to give their readers a place their hearts can rest. Believing poems are written for those who need help conveying feelings too hard to understand, feelings too hard to bear. The interpretation of their poetry left to the reader hoping at least one word has found a place to live.
Bloomingcereus is the author of My Letter to You. A poet looking to give their readers a place their hearts can rest. Believing poems are written for those who need help conveying feelings too hard to understand, feelings too hard to bear. The interpretation of their poetry left to the reader hoping at least one word has found a place to live.
My Letter to You
A book drifting through the time of love. While a flower depicts the meaning of love from one to another. A love they cannot help but get lost in. A love that transcends the meaning of finding another. Whether real or imaginary, a love we all hope to experience at least once in this lifetime.
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The sweetness that rolled off your tongue as you said it
“I LOVE YOU”
The joy I felt had made me forget any sorrow
I've felt in my entire life
“I LOVE YOU”
Nothing felt as good as when my heart responded
“I LOVE YOU TOO”
We thought we would last an eternity
A Happy ever after love story
Like the ones you read in the children's books
Then something came between us
Tore us apart as if we were never supposed to become one
Separated us as if we were...
Being alone feels better than being around others
People are overly loud
Miserable
dull
And will always betray you
Alone I say is better
That way no one can hurt you
Alone is always the best way to be
Is what I tell myself
Because if not
the silence from being alone will consume me.
Our time together has withered
Like the flowers you gave me
Our love has no more petals left to bloom
Like the flowers you gave me
Now we're stuck in our reality
You have long ago forgot about me no matter how I pleaded
I realize now you always meant to leave
To cause me grief
I could never not make you leave
Yet,
I will still try and whisper into your heart
forget me not
Like the name of the flowers, you once gave to me
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