Found myself writing my feelings again in the form of a simple, confusing poem
Spring is finally here
We survived the cold dark winter
Trees begin to bloom
Finally life is around
Yet I am a paradox
I'm falling behind
Feeling like a withered flower
One that once was marvelled
Now I've been thrown away
Discarded to the side
She looks for a new wonder
Is she aware of how I've suffered?
Now my soul is decomposing
Emotions strewn all around
Some don't belong here,
Others are nowhere to be found
Yet I'll crumble into the earth
Becoming dust in the wind
Maybe one day I'll grow again I'll form something new
But my deepest fear now
Is that I'll grow into a thorn
No longer shall I be admired
No longer will I be sought after
I'll be avoided on sight
Destroyed upon contact
Never again to live in wonder
Only now to live in sorrow
Or will I grow again into a flower?
Could I take my place by her side again?
Or am I doomed to never be the reason she smiles
Will I only be a hindrance to her?
Shall the future unfold how I've seen it?
Am I truly destined for dust?
What does my life hold?
Will I ever know love again?
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