I couldn't seem to love myself today.
Self love comes as little as a bottle.
If I had one wish today it'll be to love myself.
To not give into temptation to question my beauty.
To not need your constant compliments to higher my pride.
Would I ever look at myself and see a flower?
Not dying.
Not forgotten.
I'd like to believe I was a flower once.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem