A wildflower🥀

 A wildflower is what Iam ,🥀

For I'am every part is blooming,🥀

And only thorny when handled without care.🥀

Not flowers or scent,one expects me to be ,🥀

A crown of scars is what I wear.🥀

Not jewels or gold one thinks I do,I differ from one's stereotypes still I love myself.🥀

You have to lookout for her,🌹

Because you are never going to meet anyone like her again.🌹

She is wildflower..a rose.with beauty and scars..🌹

If u want her than u have to completely accept her scars .🌹

Every beautiful things have imperfections like rose have thorns and moon have scars...🌛


 

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