Tuesday, July 15
I was facing fire and patience throughout my entire life. A pain that i bear alone and kept never untold.Silent scream from my heart, yelling for someone to wake me up from the nightmare that couldn't stop.
I struggle to make it to the top, to achieve what i always wanted in life.
I met thorns which disguise themselves as roses.
I gave my soul to those thorns but end up hurting myself.
Sometimes i wished that those wounds would heal once i found another rose.
Not expecting what i found to be the same as the previous one.
But again. I'm still hurt.
Maybe it's because i was blinded by the beauty of the rose that i didn't even bother about it's thorn.
Although being cut deep several times, i still try my best to get a better one.
And i met it.
The rose that actually gave me hopes of trusting. It gave me the mesmerizing accent of a flower.
Which melts my heart away and took care of it.
People around me adores the rose, admires the rose.
I brought the rose high. Treat it with all my care. Shower it with much love.
But what others don't know that rose also hurts me.
It cuts me the deepest among all the other roses. It left me with scars that will stay with me forever in life.
I just don't seem to care. I want that rose to grow with me. To shower me more of its fragrant.
But it didn't turn up the way i wanted. The rose that i thought gave me life was actually killing me slowly.
Throwing every thorn it has upon me. Leaving me with blood and scars with no sense of mercy.
That rose makes me weaker each day. Loosing every strength that i have.
Leaving me with a decision to give up.
And i realize, that rose doesn't appreciate what i have done for it.
I was left alone again in the gardens of flowers and thorns.
I picked a few that i find them harmless but they seem to be withering so fast.
I chose different kinds of flowers. Every one of them attracts me.
But then i found the most beautiful one among all.
I got a daisy for myself. It was pure white daisy.
I wanted to love it just like how i loved the rose but i was afraid this would leave me a scar too.
What a fool was i. That daisy doesn't have any thorns on it.
It's fragrant makes me crave for more.
The daisy that i got brought me back to life. Colors me with happiness.
And again the feeling of afraid came back crawling.
I was afraid that daisy would grow thorns and hurt me like the rose.
I was afraid it would wither itself just like the other flowers i've picked.
Just then, i felt the most sensible touch.
There it was i saw the most beautiful figure in life.
An angel that gave me the most sweetest smile.
She was fair, beautiful that i couldn't take my eyes off her.
She held my hand and pass me the daisy that i've picked just then.
She let her magic showers me to see what the daisy have for me.
I see my future.
My future which was so happy for me.
Just before i could thank the angel, i felt a touch on my arms.
The touch was so cold yet so warm but mesmerizing for me.
That touch wakes me up from all the nightmare that i had.
Moments before i opened my eyes, i could feel the warmth of a persons breath.
I suddenly feel a soft kiss on my lips.
As i open my eyes, there he was, standing just like the angel.
Giving me the touch just like she did.
And then i realize, i met the one that i always wanted.
The angel gave me a guardian who saves me from my trauma.
She gave me a daisy.
She gave me you.
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