Alright, I feel as if I should blog...
I feel as if she is the center of a flower. Her cycle of life was abnormal.
Starting as a innocent seed. Growing into a crawling seed with a root.I would have to say that it was a nurturing root, but a broken root. Half of her root was decent, the other, not at all.
She went through some hard shit. Worse then me.
She is the center of my flower.
She holds me together.
One whole person with petals.Petals symbolizing people.
Human beings. Friends, family, acquaintances, and maybe even pets.That one person is everything to me.
I don't even know what I am talking about. As my fingers still type.
She is the center of my flower.
She holds me together.
She will be the only one, the petals will slowly fall.
Is this type of writing weird? It is my feelings, but kept a little private.
I like the mystery of this blog. I need to let it out and this is how I am going about it.
Excellent!
She is the center of my flower.
She hold me together.
She is the one, the petals will surely blow away.
This mystery will be a mystery till the day I tell her. Or when she asks about this.
That might take awhile. This seems kind of gay.
This is me. I need her and a him.
She is the center of my flower.
She might never know.
She is the one of two, the petals will surely stay.