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i stand her in the rain.

the drops drenching my skin cold.

i long for your touch.

and i long for you to hold...

can i make a sincere effort,

probably not.

this rain has frozen me so cold.

that now it starts to feel hot.

everyone is blossoming,

and i, well i'm not moving at all.

is there any way to grow me fast?

will miracle grow make me tall?

you are so ahead of me,

and i know that i'm behind.

i'm desperate to grow for you,

but growing takes some time.

can't you see i want to be,

everything you want!!!

but i'm not that good at molding me,

i nothing that you've got.

my petals all tilt inwards,

while yours, they tilt out.

i bloom my best alone at night,

and you, you bloom all about.

i'm tiny and i'm fragile,

the weakest kind of flower.

but my blossoms are the sweetest here,

i have strength, i have power.

you seem to think i'm too weak,

lacking in growth.

i swear that i'm just fallen behind,

i'll catch up to you in a month.

but the funny thing it seems to me,

that you will have sprouted more.

and no longer will i be even with you then,

i'll have weaked at my core.

so i'm a late bloomer.

i know and i can deal.

but from my indepence,

it seems that you would steal.

because now i am so hooked on you,

my energy has becomes yours,

i'm gracefully dying slowly,

why did i blossom for?

i rushed myself to grow up,

when i knew i never could.

now i'm lying on the ground,

trampled in the wood.

and you, well you are holy,

such a magnificent flower to be found,

but you are just a plain one,

growing from the ground.

i am fragile and i'm sensitive.

but i am very rare to here.

you may never see another just like me,

so take a good look, dear.

you may be ahead of me,

with growth and mature wise too,

but when it comes to knowing myself,

i will always, always, always,

out-bloom you.