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Flowers
You are like a flower,
It doesn't matter to me whether you are a…
Daffodil – yellow and bright like the sun
Rose – red like fiery passion that reflects from your soul
Lily – radiant colors of every different hue, creative
Poppy – shy and timid like your soft petals
Iris – stunningly compelling and facing the sky, a dreamer
Cherry blossom – you're pastel powdered, but civilized as can be
Hollyhock – going with the group, but still individual because of this
Pansy – soft and gentle with intent loving shape
Orchid – purple and loyal, fragile yet sure
Geranium – my forgiving bed to lie on and engulf me with your kisses
Morning Glory – singing to me and weaving wonders in bright blue
Sweet Pea – reserved and keeping to yourself, blushing in light pink
Marigold – jealous and flamboyant oranges, undyingly trustworthy
It doesn't matter to me what flower you are love…
You are like a flower,
It doesn't matter to me whether you are a…
Daffodil – yellow and bright like the sun
Rose – red like fiery passion that reflects from your soul
Lily – radiant colors of every different hue, creative
Poppy – shy and timid like your soft petals
Iris – stunningly compelling and facing the sky, a dreamer
Cherry blossom – you're pastel powdered, but civilized as can be
Hollyhock – going with the group, but still individual because of this
Pansy – soft and gentle with intent loving shape
Orchid – purple and loyal, fragile yet sure
Geranium – my forgiving bed to lie on and engulf me with your kisses
Morning Glory – singing to me and weaving wonders in bright blue
Sweet Pea – reserved and keeping to yourself, blushing in light pink
Marigold – jealous and flamboyant oranges, undyingly trustworthy
It doesn't matter to me what flower you are love…
To me you'll always be beautiful.-Wroxy Work2012
Literature
Life Spent Running
Running a race
Cant see the end
Persued by torment
My immortal friend
Been running so long
Destination unknown
Just away from the voices
On wind gently blown
Exhausted and hurting
I just want to rest
After giving my all
And trying my best
Wanting only to stop
Yet afraid to do so
For if i should quit
Then they would all know
Im not as strong
As i try to be
Pain takes it\'s toll
Yes even on me
Life brings only misery
But refusing to live
Is not the way out
I have more to give
This race wont be won
By power or cunning
All that i know is
I have to keep running
Literature
Walking On
Standing - Alone - on a beachfront: the one constant pitch of the rugged ocean breeze crackles through my hair and my sodden layers. With my hands wedged firmly in my pockets I watch as a grey sky slides overhead and listen intently to the deep blue sea just in case it has any secrets to share with me.
No sleep or work to be had - only observing.
Occasionally I think to hear somebody calling my name from behind: I turn to find only quiet dunes, so I return my eyes to the sea again.
It is only when I hear footsteps that my attention is divided.
A girl; all I can see walking. I cannot tell her height, the colour of her eyes, her hair, her s
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March of Time
March of Time
Time marches to its own sound.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
In a fraction of a second everything you know and love can be gone.
Life ends and life begins but time pays no mind.
It just keeps marching to its own beat.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
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I love how you gave each flower it's own unique traits. This is really cute and pretty at the same time. ^^