The words
The petals
On a flower that
Thrives by appearance
Is only
Will merely
Be a flimsy
Taste of what's inside
Why price
By the eyes
The symmetry
Of flawed beauty
As though
As most
Are weighed by
Thoughtless ideals
For those
Four arrows
A sma...
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Raised in the arms
Of a warmth
No one could replicate
I was left wandering
For another home
Like a refugee
After a storm
Clinging onto fading love
That someday
I could be understood
No pity
Just strength would embrace me
The way my friends do now.
Another update? Consider it a little treat of mine for celebrating 50+ poems in this collection.
Also: this is unofficially part 3 of 'cement' (part 2 is 'road'). Someday I'll have to figure out a color-coding system or have the poems divided into sections based on which character it's by; it'll be less confusing to you. Or do you like the way it is?
And um yeah, if you haven't read the blurb, this collection is made by 4 different fictional people. Brownie points if you manage to (loosely) piece together who's who.
