A Garden Bloomed In Loneliness
I asked all the wrong people
To love me
To cherish me
For they were only travellers
And stopped at a garden like me
Intrigued by my flowers
And I loved them all equally
Not knowing,
They will just pluck my flowers
And leave me more broken
Than I already was
Copyright © Iman Asif | Year Posted 2019
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