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If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.

This life is but a garden bed, The rain it comes and goes, But you can prick yourself on all the thorns, Or you can learn to love the rose.

"oh but my darling, what if you fly?"

"there is freedom waiting for you, on the breezes of the sky, and you ask 'what if i fall?' oh but my darling, what if you fly?" {erin hanson} I would add "so then I ask, what if you fly?

Bloom. thepoeticunderground.tumblr.com #poem #poetry #beautiful

i'll plant a row of daisy seeds, in the space below each eye, so they'll remind you if your beauty, when they bloom each time you cry

Cinderella -thepoeticunderground

I'm no Cinderella, I'm just an average girl. And the world might be my oyster, but I am not it's pearl.

Erin Hansan

Perhaps you ache for freedom For the blue that's in your eye, Was given as a present From the fabric of the sky, And when you're gazing skywards It's no wonder that you yearn, When part of what you're made of Always wishes yo return.

If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.

You can take off all the clothes you wore, But you can't take off regret, you can block your ears from hearing more, but you can't make your mind forget.