Like tiny flowers stuck between pages, forever frozen
In beauty and in time. Oh, how things had once been,
But shall never be again. In friends made, my family,
And the people that I love, it's forever way back then
In a place I cannot reach. So I hold tight my treasure,
That most would ignore. My words are my memories,
Made up of lazy days, drawn hearts and tiny doodles
Of whimsical thoughts. Who I was, now lost centuries
In the forever moving universe. Petals turn to the sun,
As we are only flowers, we too can bloom in the light.
Fear not the darkness but instead enjoy untold stories
All moments yet to be and thoughts that I may write.
Fantasies or fairytales, history that I alone can make,
Formed from words we tell and the actions we'll take.