My Philosophy of Flowers
As flowers, we grow in the field of doubt. Yet, what we fear most, is our only way out. Just like flowers, we all wither away. To be forgotten, and there to stay. We grow and blossom in the challenging place. And, only dream of a different taste. A taste, of not getting stomped on we're your almost there. And, be able to go in to the farthest anywhere. To find a world where regrets don’t exist. And, temptations are easier to resist. But, instead we rot in this desolate field. Surviving the dangers without a shield. As, flowers we fade in the field of doubt. Yet, death, we fear, is our only way out.
idk, tell me what you think. i tried to find a different word to ryhme with "place" but, "taste" was all that i could find. idk why i called it "my philosophy". I guess it's just my outlook on the world. comment and tell me what you think please. That little crappy thing is a rose i drew. i'm going to redo it using a better program ^^
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i liked it it was good
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2008-07-11 16:37:18