My Flower
There is a place I sometimes visit
When the worlds got me feeling low
Where my heart can stop pretending
and I can let my true self show
In a meadow next to nowhere
In a place I used to know
who's peace helps to ease my heart aches
where my special flower grows
It's just a simple flower
most others just can't see
why a tiny little flower
means so much to me
Sometimes I think that flower
is just a map of my own heart
with the roads of my emotions
leading to each different part
the petals are not flashy
in fact they almost seem to hide
but each holds a world of meaning
and shows me how I feel inside
To some its just a flower
blooming once before it goes
for me it holds life's secrets
and what my heart wants me to know.
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