Do You Wanna Journal About It: The fallen petals of me

Intro

Dear in the petals of the wind,
I was balancing the findings of me in a story,
where you tried to search for me and had no way of finding me,
but knowing that you love me no matter what,
and that you will always be my best friend,
and even though everything may be hard now,
you will soon catch the petals of the wind,
even though it can be hard to come back from the fall down,
I still love the petals that have grown in the roses.

If there will be thorns of roses

Dear in the petals of the wind,
The petals came into the roses,
that sparked the chance of love and struggle,
where we have not found the end of our story yet,
and we are both so used to feeling inside of our thoughts,
but have yet come across the real-life objective,
and instead have been playing by our own rules,
and yes, you may have called someone a friend who pretended with you,
but you get to experience who is loyal and who is not,
that is just the beauty of life,
and knowing that sometimes in the roses there will be thorns.
Dear in the petals of the wind,
I was looking for you,
because I love you,
and one day you will find me,
and I know it is hard to come by now,
by you will find that everything that may happen,
comes as a lesson.

Looking into the petals of the roses

Dear in the petals of the wind,
you came and found,
then got turned back around,
almost like a back-and-forth game,
not sure what cards to play,
and trusting the answer or the trap,
that is for you to find out,
not everything in life can be spelled out,
sometimes we have to found out on our own,
by opening our eyes,
you will find the lessons in the roses of the thorns,
and yes, you may love me,
and I love you too,
and there will come a time where I can meet you,
and I know that it is difficult for you to find me,
but looking into the petals,
is the same as looking into the roses of the thorns.

Coming into the blue of the moon

Dear in the petals of the wind,
you came into the dream,
looking for me,
where in real life you are not able to find me,
but I know that the petals of me will never leave you,
because they see you,
and they know that you see me too.
Dear in the petals of the wind,
giving a chance,
for the time to come through,
hoping that you could find me too,
in real life,
it may seem like we are walking two steps behind,
but we are only two steps forward,
to being closer to the dream of you and me,
there just has to be a way to find me,
and coming into the blue of the moon you will find the roses.

Can you catch me to be with you?

Dear in the petals of the wind,
you only caught me in the moment,
of where you could find me,
but asking me,
was almost like hiding me,
and coming up with a disguise in the dream,
where the world could not see us in the open lights,
because that would mean we were the spotlight,
and in the stories, I have written,
it has been my only eyes of attention,
where I knew I could catch a break,
but that I could also catch the real me,
without falling from the world,
because I was scared to fall with the thorns,
and admit that us would take time,
and yes, we have hurdles to jump through in life,
but that just means we are one step closer,
to being a forever and not being over,
so will you get to,
And can you catch me to be with you?

It was you, every time

Dear in the petals of the wind,

Loving you every time I feel like it could rain but it caught me in another way and when I chose to fall asleep I saw you every time I woke up and I felt the part that made the midnight a dream and it was you every time I fell in love and even though I felt like I was hiding myself in real life I saw every chapter of me and it was you every time there was the real me inside and making you my story captured the moment I thought was being kept inside of a lockbox because I woke up and found the key to it was unlocked and it was you every time I loved but I also loved me every time too.

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You will always be my untold story, where I never talked not once about the real truth

You will always be my that story I want to keep silent,

Where no one knows the identity of you, not even you,

But only kept as a secret between you and me,

Where I never thought to look before,

Or even divulge in the words,

Because the story was always mine,

Even though I may have included you inside,

Once or twice,

But just now that,

You will always be my untold story,

Where I never told not once,

About the real truth,

So let the stories commence,

While I still write these words.

Where we found the roses, we also found the thorns, that washed in the raindrops of the flower, whose petals had fallen along with the rose. – Rockstar Girl

There is only thirteen, but there is a day of the number 14

To whom this day is written about in the books of love,

Never been letting the name or number startle you,

And never be discouraged for not upholding the legacy,

For this one day many of us have wished was taken more seriously,

And it just not being another day to cross out of our calendars,

But seeing the positive light of what this day

could mean instead of counting on the other

Person we can still make this day work

With just one person even though that may

Be hard especially when roses and hearts

are involved and I am not just talking

About the ones in the deck of playing cards,

But can you guess the number of this day?

In the heart there are many that fall as petals on the number 14. – Rockstar Girl

The missing piece of this mystery

The missing piece of this mystery, almost like it is going to be found out in any second but once a life becomes a truth, it also becomes a story of you that no one from your real life or past knows but are finding the pages in your story to come even without the ink of it ever being altered or changed but the story becoming a part of who you are and that is the beauty behind every missing piece of a mystery.

The missing piece of this mystery, may be my story to share and no piece of the puzzle will be left out, because every puzzle piece is a part of a secret that holds the real me, even if no one expects it to be there is always room for what there is meant to be a missing piece of mystery.

Love was found in the clouds by the swing and that is where I meditated on being and found the missing piece of this mystery. – Rockstar Girl

How I hid the real me

How I hid the real me,

I could never show,

But only one of my friends knew,

And I began to open to best friend about me,

When he went on a long walk with me,

But I only told the very vague truth,

Not opening up all about me,

Because you see I wanted to know more about him than him,

Knowing about me,

And while I was in High School,

it was hard for me to trust other people,

Because not knowing what they really wanted,

From me was hard and that is why I am,

Struggling to know if hiding me from them was the best decision or not and while I may,

Want to go to the High School reunion just to come back as the real me and not having to answer,

To anybody but knowing why I am there and that it has nothing to do with pleasing them,

But only pleasing me and seeing what I could achieve and even though it has taken me this long,

To realize it I am glad I get to no longer hide the real me because I am the one who is the missing piece of this mystery.

The hiding of what I could keep quiet ended up being the me that faded and from the inside I was able to find an outlet to express my voice but, on the outside, I remained hidden from them. – Rockstar Girl

Just whisper and then it dawned on me

Dearest rose,

just whisper and then it dawned on me you were looking for me on social media and as time went you began to feel like it was a yearbook reunion where you came face to face with the past life and all the people we once knew in HighSchool but you never got to see the glimpse of us when it dawned on me that you were fine and you were looking for me everyday at a time but then new dawnings came to play and you decided to flip the cards and see just who was the face behind the closed doors and I was the writer who changed the life and script of words to write the lines and see the life of my own perspective and so the whispers of a new dream would be the words of reality.

sincerely,

my words of roses where it dawned on me that you were my dream in reality

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Tied in the Blue Roses: Forget me not or love me not (part 9)

I never wanted to forget the things in my life I could not change but letting everything slip into my mind made me feel like my mind in reality was dead silent but after so many ups and downs the new year may well have brought us a new beginning and I hope that on that day when the clock strikes midnight it will be a new year of new beginnings and that no time will have passed or gone away from us until the last and I hope you will forget me not and never lose a petal other than the roses and the BlueMoon.

Tied in the Blue Roses: Two Halves of a Whole (part 5)

Could we ever forget the times we were together even if reason was more than just a season we could never forget those dreams that were made as days of the week on a calendar of each year we get to repeat as two years feel like they have passed but each day I remember you as the same of the other half of me some might say we are two halves of a whole.

Remember the nights you swore you would never forget but the nights that became your days were my favorite nights of a daydream that came into a reality and set me free as wings.

Tied in the Blue Roses: I chose to keep my heart alive ( part 3)

You always wanted to remember the day I could not give you but in the roses you still faced the sky and you hid the pain so well from my eyes as I knew you never meant what you wanted me to but you wanted to make me believe that you wanted me to be pushed away from you I know now that you never meant to but you wanted to protect my heart from you but maybe that was a risk I was willing to take to make me love you and even though you may want to show everyone the wolf of the moon I know that the blue roses still lived in your heart somewhere and that no matter the blue my heart would always have you even though you may have sometimes wanted me to choose someone else and I almost did but I still had the heart for you and I knew that I could not in love someone else in my heart when my heart was being held by someone else and I never wanted that love between us to die so I chose to keep my heart alive and not frozen in the blue sky but kept warm in your arms never having to leave a finger or lay a hand on someone else’s that was not yours but finding the locket that was my heart to unlock the story that only the writer behind the words knew as the love language and the cards that could flip the story until there was no more ink to write the words with a pen but between you and me there always more than love in the roses between you and me.