Across the field was an empty field of grass,
Except for the two blooming flowers in the middle,
A wall of insecurity grew around you, a beautiful white carnation,
While me, a daisy, was left to grow old alone.
Until one day, a gardener ripped out the weeded wall,
And all was left was your beautiful flower buds,
Growing, higher and higher, feeding off each others nutrients,
Helping each other, growing to our full potential.
One day, i started to fall over,
But you caught my branch and entwined with me,
But then you started to break,
And that's when my stem, became your stake.
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