But the day came when you bloomed like a flower.
You were beautiful, the most beautiful flower I'd ever seen.
But you withered, got blown by the wind, and fell to the ground.
What had happened to you?
Your beauty was erased,
as if it had never been seen.
But, although you were withered,
your beauty was still there,
locked deep down inside of you...Why can't you let it show?
Now, as I blossom into my own flower,
you've moved on....But have I?
Have I forgotten your beauty that once shined like the stars in the midnight sky?
No, the beauty will always stir inside of me,
even as I rest in peace.
-thestorygirl & RedHairedWonder


