43. The garden lost its ability.

It’s hard to bloom this time around.
Whatever you do, it’s just exit-bound.
I’m a flower who wants the garden to be pretty.
But this garden pretends not to be ugly.

At first every thorn is picked out and thrown,
but all was just a lie I should’ve known.
I’m a flower who strives to become part of the beauty,
Yet in caring this garden just lost its ability.

*inspired by some circumstances
*no photo as my aesthetical inspiration for today but please listen to SM Station’s Starry Night and Agust D’s so far away

I’m starting, yes.


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