Dimensionsofgold

This chapter had closed,as soon as it was opened with our two hands we closed it,probably not intentionally We were forced to close it,with random thoughts that had no air without headlines we did,this is what we choose Our flaws flaunt now,with one seeming perfect than the other praying and thanking for being saved,but wishing we had become fairer We started from how we began,through admiration we passed with countless thoughts we imagined,this is what we choose So we can live and live real,smile and be happy so we can love without perfecting it,this is what we choose We began a journey,without reaching halfway we created a title without the story,this is what we choose.

  Wandering through an unknown forest thorns like sword piercing my feet leaves like crown adorns me finding my way in the lost with tiny bruises I spotted a torn rose with hopes to mend it to replant and replenish wishing it becomes mine someday Rose with some life hopes fragile like my favorite glasses picked it up and wished i never did but it had already become my mission Halfway,my mending tenure had expired the fragile rose grew horns made me a target it's own way of appreciating me It was not done but it expired it never grew out but grew in became wild and uncontrollable  but never mine Confused,i began a second journey laid the rose for another target wishing it grows feathers next time while i find some pluckings