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My Garden
I’m in high school, a conjunction of years to discover who you are
An amazing amalgamation of adolescents that could only be called bizarre
Amidst the tornado of midterms, the volcano of hormones, I’ve grown a garden
It's not much, as I’m a freshmen, but it has petunias and sunflowers(pardon my wording, I don’t know the jargon)
As well as flowers,I keep my values and what I want in a companion there
I Want someone who is happy, but not afraid to be sad, and is their own person, but I know that they care
If you’re lucky enough to step in my garden, what flowers I cut for you show how you matter
If you’re just a friend, I’ll give you a petunia(I have plenty of those), but if I love you, I’ll cut carefully and hand them to you on a silver platter
I might not know love, or who I really am, but I do know that I have someone who's changed me
I might not know if we’ll be part of the 2% of highschool sweethearts who marry, but I do know they set me free
I’ve handed them my garden and gave them free reign, then asked what they saw
They said back to me, “I see a person full of love, where here that is law.” They pointed to the stones and looked back at me, “I see a person who is open and raw, and has a few flaws.”
I asked them if that was alright, and if they valued as I do
They merely smiled, and gave a nod as if they knew
“Yes,” they responded, a grin on their lips. “We’re like one each other, with stones and smudges, the same values and opinions, but each our own person in more ways that are known.”
I smiled again, but this time it felt real, and held out a hand that she would hold
She took it, and together we walked out of the garden that we would grow it until the flowers died or grew old
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Ignore any errors, I wrote this at 5 AM right after drinking a cup of coffee LOL.