Everytime I pull myself up
You come knocking with lilies
I peep through the keyhole
And I know how I love it
I'd been longing for flowers
you sell the best ones too
I abstain opening the doors
For I'd stopped buying from you
The last time you traded
roses full of thorns
Has still got me bruises
From things I still adorn
Yet I open the door
End up buying those lilies
Through my bleeding hand
Creeps in the willies
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I started writing when I was sixteen.
I think it makes me stand out.
It lets me voice my thoughts.
It lets me spread love.
It builds me up.
Yet, I fall.
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Good one βοΈ Flowers can do a lot to and for the old soul. It can make a heart dance and create romance. Watch out for thorns tho π
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Thanks for stopping by, Poetpas. Yeah, it sure can do a lot of things, maybe make a heart dance. Or even sparkle romance. But, it’s only when you allow it to. Sometimes I accept the flowers only because I am too nice to shut the door on the face. (Gotta learn the art of saying no, lol)π Lilies are lovely though π
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Best thing about lilies is that it doesn’t have thornes. I like the expression in this poem. Beautiful work
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Yes, lilies are beautiful in themselves. Just beware from where you are getting those π
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I have 2 lilies plant at my home. I will gift it to myself, but again flower picking will hurt me more, haha
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In that case, it’s good to love them for far βΊ
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You can see my garden in my latest blog. I’m not promoting or anything, sorry
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It’s indeed beautiful. I left my thoughts there π
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You made my day poetess. Thank you so much ππ»ββοΈ.
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