Single Flower

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    I'm the first and only "Real" man she's ever experienced. Constantly challenging her logic in Love and dating. I do not need her, I want her-and she's learning the difference first hand!

    Single Flower

    Was walking through an ocean of grass

    And there she was

    A single flower

    The only one of her kind

    I stopped

    I couldn’t help myself

    I admired her beauty

    She was physically different from the rest

    She was not the same as the grass at all

    In appearance

    Her own unique touch on beauty

    This moment of admiration over her, feeling special

    Sadly the flower did not see herself nor know herself

    As what she was

    She wanted to be another blade of grass

    She did not realize she was better

    That she was a flower

    But because she was lost and confused

    With her identity

    She acted like the grass around her

    And lost her value

    She was not special on the inside

    But continuously reaching out to the grass around her

    For their approval  

    Because she was caught up in

    Trying to be like every other blade of grass around her

    I saw this poor flowers dilemma

    And decided to help her

    She did not know

    And she did not understand

    But all the hell I raised

    Was for her

    She never asked for it

    And would fight it if she knew it

    Claiming she doesn’t need anything from a man

    She wants her own freedom

    Her own path

    And I respect that

    But I see where she’s holding herself back

    I see the flaw within her

    So I forced upon her

    Affection, passion, and romance

    Planting a new seed within her

    One that will sprout

    “The real deal” in her

    True happiness

    Maybe even True love

    Not in me

    But in her self

    I am using myself

    As a portal so to speak

    Into another world

    She’s fought and avoided

    She doesn’t get it

    Yet

    But she’ll see the bigger picture

    Long after

    I’ve planted the seed

    And she’s moved on

    The poor flower

    Who didn’t know

    She was a flower

    The flower

    That thought she was

    Just another piece of grass

    The flower that acted

    Like a piece of grass

    When she was meant for far greater things

    The things of a flower

    And all the happiness flowers bring

    To the world

    Not a blade of grass

    One day

    When she Loves herself

    She’ll know happiness

    And finally

    Truly

    Care for another’s Heart

    And in doing so

    Will know true happiness

    Which we all know

    Is:

    True Love

    -Fin-

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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