Passionate Blossoms

To some it's pain
To some it's a treasure
To some it's another thign to overlook
One phenomenom can accumulate numerous memories in ones mind.
It could be the anguish of all that it destroyed
the memories of passionate blossoms in ones soul
or what may seem so common to others, but the rest will never have
a chance to atrophy, only endure the shrivels left to savor
but if "anythings possible", why isn't the feelings you have,
symmetrical?
Everything that should make you feel better,
augments the feelings of reality
the tension in words, on the verge of a fulmination
even then, nothing would be shown
the contamination would be enough to portray everything